I went to the docks today.
To get there I had to walk along that lonely prism we all pretend to nurture.
That is where I met that girl,
I did not know her,
until I asked her to marry me.
She said "yes, but first follow me."
We went to the run down wooden side of the dock.
A baby laid there,
and innocent baby child, with its own personality and humanity.
she sat it up....
And kicked it,
so hard in the chest that I think I felt it,
and of all times for her to tell me,
THIS is the moment she reveals that she has been cheating on me.
With four phantoms that she stole from the forest, and mended with her tears.
I felt her words stab me in the the chest,
I had no other thought but to run,
I guess I must have said something in my rage.
I ran through the woods,
yelling curse words I had not learned yet,
I ran with my eyes closed,
I ran on my hands,
backwards,
and on my knees.
Until I ran into the hills,
I couldn't run up them so I crafted a shovel to dig through them.
It was hard work.
But then, I realized.
Why run?
Washington did not run.
Napoleon Bonaparte did not run.
Mussolini Did. Not. Run.
So I turned around and went to the store.
I bought a Knife.
I found the woman,
and stabbed her till she was dead and back again.
and then once we hugged away our sorrow and differences.
I went home and laid in bed.
It was then that I remembered the baby,
and my soul broke.