Sorority Surrender

The house is full.

A loud chanting arises.
As the second knock has taken place and girls are ready for the race. 

I see a rainbow of dresses flashing before my eyes.

One by one the potential members are taken aside. 

The room is lit but so much seems so dim. 

A quiet stillness takes over the room

She's the alpha omega, the queen bee, the leader of them all. 

From head to toe we see perfection.
A sort of quiet confidence each girl wants to hold, but can't. 

She begins to stutter and we see the crown fall. 

This crown is not visible but in a context we see as royalty. 

This perfect masterpiece has faulted.
What once was perfection became imperfect. 

There was this appreciation we all had for her stutter. 

She was just as nervous as the girls around me. 

Across the table was a handprint left by sweaty hands. 

She was average. 

I wondered if what they wanted was average, or if anybody for that matter wanted average. 

She seemed medium. 

Not too tall, not too short. 

Not too fat, not too skinny.

The clock was ticking as the chanting arose again.

As conversations came to and end so did the topics. 

Out of the corner of my eye I notice boredom. 

Her shoulders drawn down as she sinks into her designers. 

What once seemed alive began to fade. 

She seemed closed in as her arms began to cross.
Letting an unwelcoming vibe settle in. 

I found myself ready. 

But not like before. 

Once ready to enter, and now... ready to leave. 

The potential members are sent off with a hug, as the loud chanting arises and the race is done. 

But this house, the one that seemed full, Is empty.