Jane

Jane wakes down – first mistake

Pigeons scream in agony despisal for this putent drive

Jane is gleeful

Jane smashes a vase

Jane is still . gleeful

Scrambling eggs (no time)

                                    downstairs

Waking up in a building with four identical walls should never be advised

Well, there goes one wall

“Thanks to you,” Jane calls out to the dreaded remains

Today: woe rl d omination

(laid upon her platter)

9AM: The Interview

(she holds up in her palm)

Man pulls down – second mistake

“One has the gravest doubts that America truly exists”

Stranger-not-very-strange never thought he’d find himself upon a ***r that Jane would talk about the enormous earth’s lining’s colour of choice

“You can put away your thumb now you’ve gotten in” grunts pig

Elbows collide with fun munching zombies, choo choo!!!

Stranger follows Jane… Slightly less subtly strange…

A sharp suit and a paying ticket has man

Jane non the less                                s  s

Neither neither nor the ne ei nee the nei

Time gets on. So do they

Dark,fluffy,horrendous   a t r o c i o u s   things

Slide down soot mahn face’s

Frown

Your creativity begs to be exercised

Ants crawl through Jane’s veins, beetles that fit in her capillaries

Glowing boxes of- Phones

Right, but Jane doesn’t know what those are-

Mesmerising all they plunge into the pool of

hypnosis/ dusting their phone screens with a single pointer

Why don’t they jump? Why don’t they sing?

Melody rings in Jane’s ears

Beat takes over her limbs

Civilians get off – Jane doesn’t hold the door

The train asks the driver to stop

“Ja-ane” in a singsong voice

“Jane” and the carriage boots her off.

D   a     n     c    e    the straights

Her skirt up – third mistake –

ohhhh, and…

TIMETIMETIMETIMETIMETIMETIME

door

a feather behiNd receptiOn

“dictatoR interview?”

stare of eMptiness, a beat, And

“Leftthatwhenupandwaynotrangfiveflightstair”

Stranger-not-very-strange, paying ticket man, in his soot.

Now not there but here.

Jane’s interviewee-er.

“Jane, Jane,

Plain old Jane,

Didn’t-quite-stay-in-your-lane-now Jane.”

Man rambles,

                                    on,          and,                          order

                  rules                                          on,           and,                          routine

                                                      sensibility                              tumbling into

don’t make me say it-

Normality.

Jane falls too,

                  Down

into                                             a

sweet numbing bed of sleep. Boredom

a curse Jane wishes upon… well, many

                  (do not judge, for peculiar men have suffered from such a disease their whole life)

although Jane

a feisty girl of a curious disposition

did NOT get the                                                                                                                                                                  position

the routine is never ruined

if you Make The Choice

not

to LISTEN!

I'm Georgia, an English teenage writer living in France. I write poetry, short stories and film scripts. I am currently working on my debut novel. My work covers topics such as love, nostalgia, and dystopia. My favourite technique is a metaphor!