Ballroomrant

Rant of the Ballroom
Author: Anne-Marie
Distribution: oh please do! just lmk so I can link and share :)
rating: pg
feedback: am I that nuts? of couse I want feed back!!
email: peachybean@hotmail.com
all the clouds are made of glass, falling like the shattered past
Hey you! Yeah you, who else would I be talking to? Good greif, just because you can't see me doesn't mean I don't have something to say. Now don't start running away, you know you can't get out of here without my permission. By Zeus! stop acting like such a infant and sit down, you might as well get comfortable, I am going to have my say for once.
Now I have got to have one of the hardest jobs in this cock-a-mamey kingdom. What job could that be you wonder? Well you see, everything in the labyrinth, as the old romans used put has a sort of will of their own. Somethings are endowed with a bit more will than others, like those wretched door knockers. You might have heard that sappy Ballad of the Ballroom, I am here to tell you how it really is. She might have wished that fate on herself, I however did not.
Magic endowed me with life, if that is what you can call it, ha! More like endless torment, what is the point of having a sentinet ballroom anyways? I will tell you what! It is for me to feel every heel marching, pracing, leaping and twirling all overme, like I was some pincoushin. It is me having to have loud horrible music bouncing off my walls and ceiling and floor making me want to explode from the sheer wretchedness of it all. But I can't just walk away from it or turn the other way no. It is like a stomach ache or some tumour.
He delights in tormenting me, the ballroom without anydoors! that's right, there isn't anyway in but by special invitation, you didn't think you were the only one to fall for that old peach trick did you? Oh! you did, didn't you, this is the best joke I have heard in years, oh...my goodness, amazing how laughter can lighten the mood. But that still doesn't take away from the years of suffereing I have had to endure.
You don't actually think it is fun to have a party in your bowels, a party! First of all, shouldn't the host be able to participate in the party? Oh he may think he is the host, but let him where my chandeliers for a day and we will see what he thinks about that! And having all of that debauchery on my clean floors! I get all nice and waxed only to have it ruined moments later by their inconsiderate panting and pawing. Holy Hera! could they be more inconsiderate, and besides I think I am allergic to feathers, and that is all they wear, to please him, their king.
Whatever! his heels are the hardest of all, and the way he prances about, fluffy nancy boy! and then, all of those women swarm around him, their taffeta and silk scratching my paneling and weighing me down, not that it matters. Since there is only one way out.
That's right, only one way, like I said no doors or window, I am the ultimate oubliette, instead of being forgotten though, you forget yourself. You deny it? then why did you come in here? that's what I thought, can't remember can you?
Well then there is no harm in telling you, the only way to well break free is to break me. Yeah that's right, downright agony for me, know what it is like to be broken into a thousand peices and fall and shatter each peice into a thousand more? Only to be pulled together again moments later, as if all of your pain never happened, never mattered? I think she likes it though, sort of manifests her heartache and all. You mean you don't know who I am talking about? I am surprised her story has been circulating for ages now, broken heart and all.
Wait what are you doing? No! Put that down, please don't, please, no...