He tore himself apart for breakfast until he resembled the seasons that were running down the unimportant streets of silence.
Hoping for an endless meal because he was afraid he had seen this all before and was simply famished.
A creature observed the return of a shower of attention and suddenly found itself hiding in the back of his kitchen, while silence took the risk of creating fireworks in both their minds.
Ice-water peered cautiously over the rim of his glass as it gathered as if waiting for back up, with an agitation that was all too familiar it called out in a voice that toppled over the realization that it was permanently trapped.
A tangle of small wonder that called itself understanding did not trust the voices of time as they had become wildly deformed and held onto the same chill as the glass that stared back with no apology.
The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else. Yet when he asked what had happened the creature played hell for a couple of minutes as it staggered backwards into two seconds ago.
He swung around looking in the back of his kitchen for advice, deeply troubled as ice-water seemed to form in his veins. He existed by nourishing himself with his own feelings and yet was still hungry. The creature knew as it watched him advance to the back of his kitchen that the man’s hunger had not been appeased.
The creature cringed with the same fear as the ice-water peering over the rim of his glass knowing it was trapped. It watched as he advanced to take his next bite with eyes as cold as the glass where the ice-water was trapped.
Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me.
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Fictitious prose about the horrors of emotional abuse.......
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