insanity

she was sitting in the middle of her room
exactly in the middle
she took hours before to measure the exact distance between the walls so she could sit exactly where she had to:
in the middle.

her eyes knew all that surrounded her,
touched and caressed
the white surface of the soft panels covering the wall

sitting there she wondered wether she was expected to throw her body against it
but she knew agression was not possible

it was something she banned many many years ago from her realm
she ruled quietly and peacefully
on all the horror her eyes had seen

her heart-nothing but a bunch of battered flesh
rotten in the sour-acidy ocean of emotions and tears withheld along the years
would have been better cut out and placed on a plate.

she closed her eyes and regulated her breath
trying to imagine as best she could
a painting /or photo...no, she preferred the painting/of
a girl sitting EXACTLY in the middle of a white room
/designed to protect her form herself/
with a black hole in her chest
and her pound of flesh placed on a very white plate in front of her
resting maybe on a very small white(or red? yes, maybe red, no, let it be black)chair.

strangely she didnt imagine the heart to be red
she didnt imagine it to be dead

sitting in the exact middle of all
she saw it BLACK soaked in blood (HER BLOOD!)
on a white plate
on a back chair
in a white room
with white walls
and a white floor
a white ceiling
and white feelings.