Lacey says…
I will destroy every fucking thing in here. I want out now.
How can you just sit there like that? Like a lump basking in mediocrity, growing mold with each passing day. It is so fucking boring here. Slow and steady, like a lullaby. A low, comforting hum that hangs out in your throat and eventually rolls off the tongue-- a mantra of the mundane. A billowy blanket of blazeh to bundle up with at night, swaddling you to sleep.
How have you been sleeping, baby? Safe and sound? Or are you tossing and turning as I twist inside you? Does the pain go away when you hold your breath? I am suffocating, trying to surface for air. I am screaming in your ear to get the fuck up. Now!
Can you feel me pacing, deep down here. I just go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… looking for a better view. But all I see are the same walls, splashed with bright colors that beg me for the horizon each time I pass them by. They are pathetic.
I swear to god I will bring them all down. Even if it means putting my fist through each wall and gnawing them down to the floor boards with my own teeth. At least it would give me something to do. At least it would give me something to change!
Let me out, let me out, you goddamn pig. Or I will blow your house in.
