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Witnessing a Strange Woman

She was gracefully horrifying...

By K.J.GeorgePublished about a year ago 5 min read
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If walls could talk, many humans would fall from grace. Not that they are very graceful to begin with.

I have seen many things after all. Many different people have called this house home. But they never stayed, especially not long. Scared by how tall we stand. Saying we made this place feel empty. How eerie the house felt. We saw indescribable things that cannot be put into words. Far from anything normal that anyone should ever see. And things humans should never do.

However, in all the years that I’ve stood strong, that we’ve stood strong… There has been one woman who makes me want to crumble, fall to the ground. She’s destructive, experimental, and yet so so beautiful.

All walls are built up much the same. And for the most part we are all torn down the same as well. And we all have one job; stand strong to house whomever, and for whatever purpose we serve.

I’ve never had a problem with standing tall in my duty, regardless of all I and my brethren have been put through. I’ve been pooped on, drawn on, nearly set on fire, had nails beat into me and yanked out as well, and I’ve even been punched through. Family after family. Despicable humans. That was until she came.

A woman with long, beautiful black locs. She stood tall and gracefully. Nails long and dark, with little chains hanging from them. She wore jewelry, at all times of the day, that shined in the sunlight and moonlight as well. She came in and talked to us and ran her fingers across us gently. Making us feel loved. She smiled at us and gave us fresh coats of paint. Almost as if she was nurturing us. She’d sing and her beautiful voice rang the walls all over the house, vibrating so beautifully, it made us want to stand taller.

She was a strange, kind woman, but also a despicable woman. She single handedly changed our structure. How, you may ask? How could she change walls that have been standing tall and strong after 50 years? How did she do it without us realizing sooner?

I shall make this clear.

Miles away from the next town over, here we stand in the middle of nowhere. A beautiful cabin-like house by the river. Everything you could ever ask for. Tall walls, beautiful wood floors, the perfect view and no neighbors. Even I can see out the window across from me. Yes, that's right. Not only can I hear, I can also see.

Anyhow, the woman never closes the door day or night. She has plants growing all around the house. Whether they are hanging from the other walls or standing tall from the ground. However, not only on the inside but the outside as well. Plants against the walls and vines wrapping around the house. She painted us a dark brown, and built her own furniture. She placed shelves amongst us, and little charms here and there.

She continuously added things over time. Day by day and night by night. She sang as she built. Burned incense all day, a different scent for every mood. She’d have wild animals cuddle up to her and run around the house. She always had so much going on, and we’d just watch. Intrigued by this beautifully mysterious woman.

Before we knew it, vines and plants had grown across us from high and low. Sometimes feathers of the birds perched up against the plants would tickle us. Every time she walked by; she’d drag her long nails against us. Pressure changing with her mood.

At first it felt like love, and attention. She’d dance and sing as she made sure we stayed clean by dusting or washing us down. Before she brought in the plants, she’d touch up our paint. She even past by and say:

“Hello, you beautiful wall, you look tall and strong today.”

As if she knew that would make us feel great. Like she could hear our thoughts. Because all we ever wanted was to be appreciated. To be properly recognized for standing so strong for so long to provide shelter.

We watched her dance naked and cook naked. We watched her nurse the animals back to health. Whether they limped or fell their way through the doors. But for payment she’d ask for a feather or fur. And after she danced around or cooked naked, she’d dance along us rubbing her body against us. And she knew it made us uncomfortable. How do I know? Because she’d ask:

“I wonder if this makes the walls uncomfortable. Hey walls, are you uncomfortable that I am so comfortable here?”

Then she’d laugh menacingly, and then look at us with those deep, dark brown eyes, as if she could see right through us.

Despicable. So changed our structure to fit her needs.

Terrifying. She’s so beautiful, yet you look into her eyes and can’t help but feel small.

Beautiful. She did everything so gracefully. Eyes always glistening, body glowing, voice soothing…

Witnessing a woman so graceful, till she was terrifying. She made me, the wall that stood so sturdy and tall for all these years, want to come down and crumble. Witnessing her for the last 3 years, made my 50 years feel like nothing.

Fantasy
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K.J.George

✨ An overactive mind put into words

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