i. Watch me in some corner of a dimly lit bar, you will not recognize me; I look the same, it's just that when I laugh my face resembles that of another woman. ii. I left my job 4 months ago and have done nothing but climb every mountain. I watch the sun drown the city I hate and it emerges beautiful, and wavering; Glowing in the dark is the only way I know how to love it.
From the top, I count every room I have ever slept in one, two, three, four, five, & six; The only thought I can hold is that of the spilled cups on wooden nightstands iii.** I am selfish, I am endless wasted days.
Sorry for writing you after so long but I guess I just miss the person I was when you still knew where to find me.
The bright, yellow paint is chipping. The ivy vines are climbing the walls. The war had started and it was abandoned. A once beautiful house neglected in fear.
The windows are broken and the door is hanging by one hinge. A tornado had come through here. A tornado of men, guns and turmoil.
Clothes were strewn across the house Antiques were shattered on the floor. The war had killed the beauty of this house, but had enhanced the tortures of its story The story of a peaceful family.
A table flipped and dinnerware on the ground. A teenage boy dead on the floor. ****** handprints on the walls and bullet holes in the stairs. A broken railing and a dead man at the top. Shot gun shells and holes in the destroyed door. A woman lay dead by the edge of a cradle. The mothers blood slicked down the edge of the bassinet A blood soaked mattress And a baby that lay unmoving with a torn and ****** onesie.
The destruction of this war is terrifying and the World War 2 veteran can’t erase the scenes from his mind. They stick with him as he ages until the day he joins the peaceful family in the land of the dead.