tower
Note: Linked to Excessive Chain's universe/continuity
The white tower looms in her mind's eye, four walls rising around her, endless as the sky, holding in the little time she had left. If she looks at her hands, she can still feel the cool stone when she pressed her palms, lips to the walls and imagined them draining her life away. There would be nothing left but a shell for them to burn on their pyre.
She curls her fingers, looks up. Sees a perfect blue above. The taste of chalk is bitter on her tongue.
She did not burn, did not die, but she stands empty, nonetheless.
end
May 2005