"leaving it all behind"
original art by Jimmy Lawlor
Every night she assembles her creative space. She hangs painted replicas of the middle ages like props to the most bizarre photo shoot. Tiresomely, she drags her own acrylic masterpieces and rearranges them haphazardly across the yellow-plaster walls of her writing room. Her 'creative think-space' she calls it but really it's nothing more than an over-sized closet nestled into the upstairs corner of her over-priced apartment.
She longs to be an artist, some call her a hobbyist. She flips her hair and her middle finger because even girls in small towns have dreams! She never asked for the inclination of words, the brain-carved pieces of scattered pictures. They homed themselves behind her eyelids long ago. Now days, she merely obeys. Mr. Whiskers observes from the corner (a naturalist among shadows), her tipsy cup of tea and the shutters she bangs shut lest the moon jump across the makeshift balcony to wedge his livid, oval expectancy, between her shoulders.
Created for a prompt writing at MindLoveMisery.