The crew sat silently in a room with blank walls and one television playing football.
While on the other side of the universe their spouses lounged in a beige wonderland.
Who would have imagined one day the screaming would lead to betrayal of the one sense that does not exist.
She got stitches on her soul where he tore her apart, he used scissors to cut them open.
But who stands on a pedestal and lets their heart bleed out all the words they long to say?
But who cuts themselves open with a rusty knife infected with the pain of all the others,
Just to say they did it for you.
She instead watched from this beige wonderland, lounging and laughing
Her heart shrink down to the size of his. To become a pebble. Hard as a rock, small as a fly.
Crying tears to narrate the nights when even one feeling was too much for her.