Silhouettes of tomorrow
Shah Tazrian Ashrafi
She leaves the only window of her room open
That stands opposite to the wall bathed in white
She does it quite often to keep the feeling of claustrophobia from getting to her
It suffocates her as if she is locked amidst the concrete walls
And they stare like a demon at her
As the sinking sunlight hurls its rectangles toward the open window
A vivid imagery of tawny hue builds in front of her
On the wall opposite to the window.
Her nerves crafts the possibilities of tomorrow
And her eyes envision the dark outlines of what is to come
Once the sun completely sinks and peeps again.
For her, the wall’s like a canvas and her eyes