Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Boy with a knife on his hands

I don't want to go to sleep, every night I close my eyes takes me one step away from you. Just a moment. A chance. Usually you start by forgetting the eye color. Then it's the shape of hands. Height. Sound of your voice. You end up being a blur...
Blue grey, dirty eye color, different from the green blue of your brother, slender hands, surprisingly strong, white slim fingers. Slightly taller than me, but you are always crouching, the effect of being a tall thin boy, geeky, almost overwhelmed by yourself, shy, sort of always hiding. Crooked one sided smile, a psychopath smile I said.
Just grow up. Charming boy I met under a red blooded moon, go beyond the spell and grow up. While I write these words I know you will never be the man that he might have turn into, but that it's lost now. Who you will become?
Glass shattered. The tiger, the elephant and the wolf are gathered around me, wondering to which crazy god I'm howling to.
I just close my eyes.

2 comments:

Crooked said...

Cold grey mountain rising in the distance, beyond the verdant green jungle of the elephant and tiger. Easier to hide my psychosis behind a veil of mist. Particularly if my knife threatens to cut.

Of the three, only wolf finds any comfort so far from the trees. Dare she tread the path alone?

She should take care not to get cut on the broken glass.

Crooked said...

Cold grey mountain rising in the distance, beyond the verdant green jungle of the elephant and tiger. Easier to hide my psychosis behind a veil of mist. Particularly if my knife threatens to cut.

Of the three, only wolf finds any comfort so far from the trees. Dare she tread the path alone?

She should take care not to get cut on the broken glass.