That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
