he
strolled into the room,
flickering
faltering
burnt at the edges
icicles in his throat
hand to his guts as they fell to the floor
and you wanted to go up and touch his face
wipe the blood from his lips
say
“Oh god no im sorry im sorry
im so ******* sorry”
But that won’t fix how split and broken and spilling he is inside
(always was that way, You should’ve known, stupid kid, You can’t fix everyone)
But this wasnt just anyone, never had been just anyone, you wouldn’t do this if it was just- anyone but
But
but
instead, you watch, eyes swimming with icy waters as he
picks himself up, bloodied hands cradling waterlogged lungs
intestines hung like tinsel
shattered little heart glittering on the ground
and
doesnt look at you
laughs cold and bitter and longing
“Feels like every other day, huh?”
This is another tie-in to Rewind, an experiment of perspectives and expanding a narrative.
