She enjoys running full speed straight towards the banister, flipping the double bird above her head to the screaming hordes behind her, letting the building hate roar from her throat as she leaps. One foot bounces off the wood as her body soars like a firefighter leaping to save a baby that’s on fire. Gray plumes from her cigarette halo her head. She twists herself around so she can see the looks on everyone’s face as she stretches out, elongating her arms through force of will, until her fingertips touch the crystal arms of the chandelier.
Now, swing like a five year old who didn’t come in from recess.
Chandelier by Sia