I sat on the hard compacted earth; roots digging up into my
straightened legs, probing through my purple and black
The colour had started to fade out around the knees and I
could see the thin velvety material starting to fray, a small
hole making its presence known.
A light gush of wind picked up stray locks of my hair,
throwing them backwards to merge with the deep scaly brown of
the sturdy tree trunk. I closed my eyes, letting my body
slump flaccidly; an old flower thirsting for hydration. I
imagined myself sinking down into the earth, becoming Queen
of the Underworld - a lost soul drifting through the very
bones of the earth, my restless, haunted moaning harmonised
with the slow groan of the world turning on its axis.
The soft roar of the sea stirred me back to the land of the
living. I reluctantly prized open my eyelids, one eyelash
unclenching at a time; like those tiny fluffed seeds that
blow off old dandelions in the wind. The afternoon sun's rays
lulled down through the branches of the old oak tree; the
colourful autumn leaves caressing the light's fall.
Jared should have been here by now. I bit back my swirling
emotion of despair; my heart was sprouting icicles - the
sharp unpolished tips stabbing into the plush red centre,
breaking the slight tension of the soft delicate flesh.
Despite what I felt I knew it was all nonsense - the heart
was strong, muscular; emotions couldn't possibly break it,
My thoughts wandered back to this morning; Jared bounding
through the creamy kitchen door, his red canvas shoes
squeaking excitedly on the checkered linoleum in their
anxiety to find me. I looked up from my half-eaten bowl of
cereal, the light from the rising sun glancing off the curve
of my spoon. With his toothy, childish smile and crinkly blue
eyes he blabbered on about his plan to take me out this
weekend. I had stupidly nodded my head in confirmation - the
tips of my hair dipping into my sloppy milk-soaked breakfast.
I raised my hand to pick up one of those victimised tendrils
now; on examination several strands had clumped together by
the almost transparent substance. I busied myself with
eradicating the flaky mess, absent-mindedly glancing down at
my watch. Two hours late. I felt the muscles in my eyebrows
twitch - drawing themselves down to meet my eyes. I twisted
myself to face the gravel road. It still lay empty. He wasn't
coming. I shouldn't be surprised, I mean, it's not like he
hasn't blown me off before, but this time I had hoped things
would turn out differently.
The Queen angrily stomped her ghostly feet without making
a sound. Her wailing turned to whimpering - longing for the
return of her true love. She ripped out her heart and threw
it to the ground; ghoulish features twisting with agony. Her
empty black eyes lay stationary, awaiting the spark of life
that only his presence could bring.
The sun had sunk behind the jagged rocky cliff, the last
wisps of light extinguished for the day.
The moon stood solemnly above me, full and round like a
blister - it burst, leaking its black velvety ink into the
sky. And I sit here under the safety of this old Oak tree,
waiting aimlessly for someone I know will never come.
• By Peita Ferens-Green, Year 13, Logan Park High School