They speak, they laugh, they smile.
They joke, they whisper, they snicker.
They have fun;
I don’t.
They are there; I am here.
Perfect,
a smooth layer of glass.
Not a single bump.
Not
one single
ripple.
Perfect,
cold,
apart,
alone.
But not entirely...still.
A word,
a phrase,
bubbling, churning,
trapped.
Desires escape.
Wants to come out.
Needs to come out.
There, on the tip of the tongue.
Clever?
Maybe.
Funny?
Possibly.
Me?
Yes.
But...
But...
Imperfect.
Thoroughly, utterly, completely imperfect.
And the waves come crashing down-BOOM!
Silence,
gone,
returned to placid waters.
Gone.
Click!
cage locked tight...
Perfect.