Stripes of black and white

"I sink to the floor... I don't know Iv'e been crying until I feel the tears drying on my face... I collapse in the corner, facing the wall, leaning my head on the plaster... it is far too white... blindingly white... it hurts my eyes... I lift my hand to touch the wall... I feel a tiny crack in the paint... I pick at it... bits of paint flake off onto the specled linoleum floor... I can't stop... larger flakes are peeling off... I am tearing at the wall now... I've made a large hole in the plaster... I keep tearing... my fingers are bleeding, smearing the wall with red... finally, I sit back and look at what I've done.

Where the plaster has been torn away, I see the layer beneath... stripes... black and white... they're moving...

... MULYSA EHTMA I ..."

straight from the book The Asylum For Wayward victorian girls
by none other than Emilie Autumn!
This is for ATG week 82, a chaotic pony . And nothing is more chaotic than the compleat insanity of ones mind. By the way the book is Amazing, I highily recomend it!