The Monologue

The Monologue

She displaces the emotions, an ebullition from all her senses and her calculated lack of movement which emphasizes the strain in her voice, onto you.

You, a person of empathy yet who has not ever felt such sadness to sympathize in the slightest, can now relate to her story. Because she built her uneasiness on a foundation which she herself laid.

For this, she uses a medium; your eyes. Establishing sight with hers, she continues to feed off of your vulnerability; your care, to strengthen her cause.

All this and with the background of her voice, she succeeds. Her story is shared and you feel a distinct need to help her. Help which she doesn’t seek.

She sought an audience.

The lights turn low and curtains fall.

-Tanishka.