astrological therapy

silence

this was his first time
never in his life had this happened before
he felt a feeling which was unexplainable
begin to fill up his stomach swiftly
his throat tensed and soon dried out rapidly
his palms of his hands began to sweat quickly

" someone seems a little bit nervous "

his body refused to keep solid eye contact
his mind convinced him he was being watched
his legs were trembling and stuck to the dusty floor
he felt like an embarrassing statue , surrounded
like in a museum ...  trapped in the glass
alone with his thoughts
alone with nobody
alone .

maybe the focus was needed earlier
or just his luck , he was falsely accused
what ever may happen to him ?
they feed off the shock
he
may
not
speak .

but he can always be heard .

as his eyes tell a story , filled with fear
his lips are chapped and cold , chattering with horror
those ears begin to burn up , suddenly unwell
the terror did it to him
but they won't
admit it

they broke him
inside and out
his glass heart was fractured ... shattered
each tiny fragment could indent the skin
questions arose from the wooden panels
" how could a heart hurt someone "
but they could seem to picture
what they had done

but the past is in the past
it has no meaning now , they couldn't care less
but he could
counting each day like a child picks petals
waiting for that day
certainty was never his biggest fear
he could believe anything and he would
he knew it
not physically
but emotionally

these days that pass
the solitary seconds that he spends in isolation
need to be forgotten
sweeper away with the dust in the house
the dust has particles
and the particles have spectrums
they are clinging onto his mournful attitudes
and collecting them like bees with honey
to use against him

a slam on the desk
a pair of wrinkly old fingers ; holding dominance
he noticed a flash of light into his eye
then saw the ring
small hands not massively large
quite frail but not afraid to assert their position
strongly fixed on the table
he gently raises his head from the paper

" boy , i don't know what to do with you ? "

just as he suspected
too caught up in his little daydream
and he let himself fade , fade , fade away
how much he would desire to leave the room
whisked away and slip through the crack
in the wooden panelling like a gust of
air entering an old and ambushed building

" i do say , you seem to be rather frightened ? "

didn't even dare to open his mouth
didn't want to put a foot wrong ... not even a step
the room was drawing in precisely
always picking the same victim
he couldn't get away , he needed more time to think , he couldn't process , he looked for a reason , anything , something , quickly ...

" your not the talkative type ? wish i'd known "

they left the room unattended .

he ran .