We are walking down the street. We hold hands. You spit in my mouth, we are ankle deep in my tears. You pity me.
Waves clash against the beach, the shores. The sand erodes away like your memories. The water is salty because I cried there too. My tears are a warping ever-growing mass. My fingers are thin like blades of grass.
Foam forms in the corners of your mouth as you mumble endlessly at the tv screen. It displays nothing but static. You don’t remember what it was like to feel happy. No kind hands have felt you recently. Your face is covered in dried tears. Why did that bird sing to you all those years ago? Did you have the time to play ball with your little sister?
The sunflowers are missing their leaves and they sob quietly. Nobody saw what happened. Nobody saw you standing there all those years. When did this sand form around my ankles? I miss my cats so dearly.Without my arms I am nothing but a statue. The pain is paralyzing and you did this to me. Why? Did I make a mistake somehow? Please tell me.
When the sun set I couldn’t help but shiver in the sudden cold. You left me here. I can taste salt on the breeze. Is it the ocean or is it someone crying somewhere. I hope it’s both. I lay down to die while gazing at the stars. Did I put those there? Icing sugar falls softly onto my face. I’m in the mood for a savory dessert but you took my fingernails from me. What happened to those days where we found ourselves smiling? You shiver and drop dead.
Nothing happens in the west anymore. The land is dead silent and my skin stings. It hurts to think about anything. Why do I tell you things I wanted no one to know? Perhaps it’s the rabbits chewing on the sidewalk. They may be milk white but that’s no excuse to pity my home designer. The grass wraps itself around my ankles and pulls us inwards as we walk over it. The dirt is damp and I find myself crying to a small child in the middle of a 3 way intersection. Nobody brushes their teeth at this time of day. Where did my skin go? If you could sing once more for me, that would be lovely.
I think apple juice might be a national holiday. Nobody is worthy of a blue ribbon in my hair. You drank pastel colours from a carton and never were quite the same in the days following. Where are my children? You drank them too. No chew toy can be the overlord of my creations. She’s trying to sleep so please be quiet now. Nobody minded you in the past however at this moment you are quite intolerable. No smoking in the shed, it’s too dark in there. The bucket of my tears prefers the corner. Mice drown in there. All the flies leave the earth at once. Where is my waffle iron? Bits of your hair fall to the floor as you claim not to know. You don’t know, oh god you don’t know.