Acomist
a jumped up pantry boy
You rub at your skin and you can almost feel the red seep to the surface, the stuff of blush making it's hideous appearance alongside drops of brine and hurt. Joel's tongue is sharper than the protrusions of his spine and he cut your starved little world into a barren shard of earth.
"I didn't ask you to talk to me!"
"Don't act so surprised! Don't fucking look at me like that!"
The negatives eat away at your tear ducts. You think; is this Id, Ego, or Super Ego? But Cathy appears in a white dress grown with red flowers and vines so green they put your childhood mind to shame. Her lips are slightly red and you think she's been substituting food with herself. Chewing away at the flesh like calories do at her conscious.
She smiles that brittle smile that withered into life after Martin died.
"Joel didn't mean it."
"He really didn't."
And her hand feels like tortuously frozen water running in streams down your arm and she says 'enjoy the time you still have left with him' and you don't question the way her eyes fix off onto the staircase and away from the world.
"I didn't ask you to talk to me!"
"Don't act so surprised! Don't fucking look at me like that!"
The negatives eat away at your tear ducts. You think; is this Id, Ego, or Super Ego? But Cathy appears in a white dress grown with red flowers and vines so green they put your childhood mind to shame. Her lips are slightly red and you think she's been substituting food with herself. Chewing away at the flesh like calories do at her conscious.
She smiles that brittle smile that withered into life after Martin died.
"Joel didn't mean it."
"He really didn't."
And her hand feels like tortuously frozen water running in streams down your arm and she says 'enjoy the time you still have left with him' and you don't question the way her eyes fix off onto the staircase and away from the world.