the sound nearly slices ears from my head. the lack of sound. silence. stillness. but it’s so loud, yesterday’s ruckus seem to drop from the skies—dammit I can hear their cries.
can you see it twist? battered gray chains touch onto tattered canvas, creating a new space for artwork. where did those crayons go?
the emptiness crushes me and i can’t keep my ribs from exhaling—i’m exploding. if white were blood, this place’d be full of it.
the covered ground stares up at me, startled there’s a witness. a table’s weathered bark is sanded to perfection. i hate perfection and curl fists around frozen air.
my lips push out words silently, cracked and pained with each syllable. “you chased the children away, with their laughter and their tears.”
stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it.
glares are directed toward the angry clouds, sunshine their miserable prisoner. i take it all in…take in death disguised as a playground. take in winter disguised as death.
take it and give it to you. spring would have made a much better present.
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