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

An outliner.

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