Stare

It’s easy to stare.

It’s easy enough for everyone to hide behind. But staring back at someone is not so easy. It causes even the strongest of personalities to create a mask to cower behind.

As the shrivelling mesh floats around my body, I have no reason to cower away. Playing Hideaway is not worth it anymore, they deserve who I really am.

I grow to a crescendo. The twirling material surrounds the air as the audience is drawn forward. Emotion is ripped from my face as it feeds their desire.

The thread gives me strength, I pull through more power into my gliding limbs than I thought was possible. The connection I feel with the fibre grows thicker as time passes.

This is more than just a game a play, it is a risk that I am willing to take in the hope that I can nurture further and reach my goal. I am no longer scared of what awaits, and I can stare back at the staring.

As my eye-line swarms through the crowd, I crumble into the dark abyss of a falling curtain, lending my position into a new fate.