Chaos

The chaos began from a small place inside. My heart sped up and liquorice- black spots appeared around the corners of my vision. My knees got weak and the ground came up to give me a kiss. The world went black for a moment. When colors came back to my eyes, I couldn’t manage to lift my head. When I finally pulled away, cherry blood streamed down my face. There was no pain. I was beyond feeling. The sugary white of my fingers was smeared from where I had touched my face. My strawberry- red nails were broken and jagged. I licked my lips. One was split. I tasted blood: it seemed to taste sour. The prized sweetness of my lips was gone. I was nothing. My perfectly constructed shape had become marred and my hair, which had been the rich color of caramel had tangled and bits of it had fallen off. I couldn’t move. My eyes traveled around the store. No body in sight. How long would it take for them to find me? How long must I lie here? The familiar smell of baking sugar reached my nose. I tried to wiggle my toes. Nothing. I couldn’t even feel my toes. Slowly. I turned to look at the disaster that had once been my pretty legs. They lay two feet from my body, broken off in my fall from the candy store counter where I had been on display.