Canvas

Author: MoonStarDutchess

Painting 5: Stillness

Disclaimer: I own my poem. “Stillness” It’s just been cut and Riza’s part is added at the end.

AN: This is a short part of my poem called Stillness, adapted for this series. I hope you like it. It’s just something that came to me suddenly. The sentences run long on purpose.

Stillness

Stillness is a second hand stopping on the grandfather clock in the hallway; the ticking ceasing, the chime no longer ringing its bells throughout the hallway of the manor.

Stillness is the dust coating the furniture layer by layer, never disturbed by feathers or fingerprints.

Stillness is the darkness of the boarded windows with no lighter interrupting; falling on the red oak floors that once shone with the same prestige of crystal clear water.

Stillness is the loneness of an old house that is dilapidated with the floors rotting, the ceilings caving, and mold coating the furniture, turning the pieces green and white even thought they are covered with old painters canvas; a sad attempt at preservation.

Stillness is the silvery cobwebs gathering in the corners, the most attractive aspect of the room; the residents the only life to be found other than the rat that occasionally scurries across the floor.

Oh, how Riza Hawkeye wishes she were there in her old home: in the stillness. How she wishes that everything around her would be still so that she wouldn’t be forced to pull that trigger; to end a life and make another human being…still.