by Olya Wickham, Age 18, Australia
Artwork by Katie King
The fiction prompt of the month for June was “freedom.”
Surrounded by the affectionate chamber,
Like a foot in a sock
Or a key in a lock;
It traps us in its comforting cage.
All I feel is the heat blazing like the fire,
Fulfilling my desire,
And the tender touch of soft, flaccid walls that encase me.
Curled up, barely moving a finger,
And never opening my eyes for I know not the world,
I float stilly in the darkness.
Everything is perfect,
Everything is fine,
Until one mundane day,
I am pulled away.
I stray from the warmth,
Although I have no intention of leaving.
I do not wish to lose my soothing feeling.
I’m pushed and pushed,
And I see a flicker of light;
My eyes open,
And I scream in fright.
I am cold, so cold,
My warmth is gone,
And the brightness stings my eyes.
So I cry some more.
What is this world that I’ve entered to?
This cruel, bitter world…
I never wished for freedom,
Only to continue being at peace.
I wish to run from this icy world
And back to the loving cavity I remember.
Olya writes, “I am currently writing my first epic novel along with a poetry book of audio poems and musical accompaniment.”