A woman in a large black coat but seemingly naked otherwise enters, holding a porcelain sink that has been broken off its former foundation, she walks straight across the stage, from the audience's right to their left.
The woman enters again, the same way, with the sink, stops half way like she's forgotten something, continues.
And again, this time she puts her face in the sink for a moment half way before continuing.
The fourth time she turns to the audience, the sink in her hands and smiles. As she opens her mouth blood comes trickling down her lips and face, she lets it drip into the sink. She cups the sink like a baby in one arm, whilst her other hand starts to pull out her teeth. She smiles throughout. She pulls them all out one by one and puts them into the sink. She smiles a toothless smile, the blood still pouring.
A woman in a tightly fitted black coat but seemingly naked otherwise enters the stage from the back, backlit, central. A blue spotlight slowly appears around her at the stage's edge. She is holding a dead canary bird in her hand. Tears stream down her face.
A woman in a black leather jacket and seemingly naked otherwise sits at the back stage right on a leather sofa with a pillow in her hands. She pulls white feathers out, one by one, then by the handfull. At the bottom of the pillow she pulls out a glowing globe. She holds it to her face for a while before crushing it in her hands. The shards cut her skin and stain the feathers.
Blood rains down on the empty stage before a hailstorm of teeth.
Hi, this is a little experiment in writing, where I will write one short play (most of which will be awful) a day for the month of February. They're not polished, there are no rules, I just write them and post them. But I have to post one a day.