Cocooned

Saturday. Jane’s condo door was stuck. The Super wasn’t picking up, so she busied herself with chores until he’d answer. Sunday. She awoke to a bedroom door, left open but now locked from the outside. Hours of shouting and pounding the walls. Her dying cell unable to reach neighbours, friends, even 911. Hoping a reset from this waking nightmare, she forced her anxious mind, her hungry body and bruised and bloody hands to bed. But Monday’s Reaper clawed at her racing heart and breathed on her neck. She couldn’t lift her head. She was boxed in on all four sides.

Inspired by Kazimir Melvich’s Black Suprematic Square (1915).