Standing on the stairwell she realized that she’s lost again. Blank gazes from heaven freezes her to hell. Drilling eyes of disappointment screws deeper into her soles. Preventing her from moving forward and forces her to watch as everyone continues to climb.
If she stood here long enough will her hair become rotten, her skin turn to soft lovely moss as she becomes another past without a future? Another tear fallen with the rain, will she be forgotten?
She is unsure.
So she sits and waits.