Some say that abortion of an interview was the straw that sent her over. Others argue that she was so far gone by the time the interview took place, she would have toppled into the abyss even if she had gotten the job. It wouldn’t have saved her. Couldn’t have.
Personally, I’d like to believe she is where she wants to be. Having finally let go of the noose of normalcy that chafed so vigorously at her soul. I’d like to think that at last, she is free. Unfettered. Unchained. Oblivious now to the fears that kept her tethered. Tied.
Stuck in a world where happiness had proven itself utterly unattainable. Where laughter had become a wound. Where indignity had become the mode of the day. And every seemingly quiet moment was actually a barrage of blistering dialogue. Bludgeoning gut shots. Fired by herself. At herself. Her own worst enemy.
Maudlin though it may seem, I rejoice in her madness. In the glaze of her eyes I see redemption. In the slack of her jaw, release. In the fluid movement of her rocking, I see a dance, hear a song. Maybe a lullaby, that no one but she can hear.
This piece, written in 50 word increments is my response to both Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Laughter and Susan’s Genre Scribes prompt, Interview. Though, what it has to do with either of them, I am unclear.
Special nod to the song, Undun, by The Guess Who.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
This is very moving! It may be liberating to lose the sense of normalcy.
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I believe it would be. Especially for someone who felt like they never quite measured up.
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Maybe you’re right!
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Chilling, deep, and real.
You’re getting some sunshine, right?
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No. But this is not a glimpse into my psyche, just whatever babbled out after I wrote the phrase ‘abortion of an interview’. The days are getting longer now, and truthfully I have been working so much the lack of daylight didn’t bother me at all.
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Good. You’re a fantastic word artist.
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Great portrait of her coming undone. Perhaps some people are better not being part of reality…. I had pretty much forgotten that song until I just listened.
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I much admire that line: Having finally let go of the noose of normalcy that chafed so vigorously at her soul. I think it’s down to how you use that word, vigorous. And I do wonder how long it takes to compose such a piece. Not only the plot and character, but which words you’ll use. I am, as ever, inordinately impressed. In comparison, my writing seems like that of a rustic.
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some wickedly good sentences there Violet
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When I saw your title, the first thing that came to mind was the song “Undun” by The Guess Who. Brilliant writing, Violet! Thank you so much for participating.
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This is so powerful Violet! So excellently penned! 😀 ❤
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So glad to be introduced to your work by way of Eugenia, Violet! Thanks for the follow on I Write Her and I look forward to reading more of your pieces. 🙂
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Thank you Susi for the warm welcome.
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You’re welcome 😊
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That’s amazingly powerful, Violet. I love the distinctive voice which provides the commentary 🙂
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I couldn’t help but notice this was a big week for writings dealing with insanity. Must be the grays of winter seeping in.
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It could well be up in the ‘dark north’. But maybe it’s the general state of the world.
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Insanity is an interesting path to explore in writing, especially if we’ve never experienced it firsthand.
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It’s pretty interesting if you have experienced it too… 😕
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Excellent writing, Violet–as always! I was on eggshells reading it; fearing that if I read too fast, she’d shatter even further. Tipping my imaginary hat to you. 🎩
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“The noise of normalcy…” gave me chills. I feel that. Beautiful 💗
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