A little dove

angry-doveBy Siwar Douss : 

She was a little dove thrown in an evil world. She has always trusted people even if they did not deserve her trust. Even if she has always been told that the night is dark and full of terrors, she only believed her own instance. The one, that has convinced her of the good and beauty’s existence.


So she offered her gentile heart to every smiling face. As a consequence, she has got stabbed a billion times. She has also been treated as property and they did not care or cherish her existence in their world as she was a week person living with barbarians.


Then she realized that she could never fit in with them. She was like oil floating above water. She struggled and rejected any interference. She tried to build her own bubble in a hoop surrounded by knifes and swords. She scrambled jammed thatch to construct her own space.

She believed that her fragile resistance would protect her against these monsters who were darkening her nightmares, pinching every muscle in her body. She used to see them in every road; whenever she looked. She has always been afraid of monsters.

 

In fact, she worked on every strategy to avoid seeing them or getting involved with them. She was eerily horrified that she could get in touch with someone who might be one of them, someone who could suck her blood away living her dead. Until one day she discovered an ugly brutality covering her soul. She realized that she has been the person she mostly hated. She became ruthless. She became one of them…

 

By Siwar Douss

 




 

A little dove