Tears, meet cheeks. Start slow. One by one and on your own terms, flowing silently downhill in the midnight bathroom corner. Tears, don’t stop. Meet lips and flow to mouth. Salt ridden tongues hide secret troubles. Push the thoughts away and try to forget they ever existed. Until next time.
Red, meet blue on the street sign outside this diner. There is no illusion of comfort here. The world is an empty place haunted by empty space and we are the only ones who will ever notice. I am freezing from the inside. I hide my distress under the goosebumps on my legs, arms, neck. How can I despise the skin that keeps me safe? I think it’s supposed to keep me warm, too, but I could never tell.
Voice, meet wall. Seep right through. A midnight phone call muted by forgotten words. Hush. Be quiet. I can almost hear your hesitations unraveling in this lack of meaning, speaking for the sake of speaking. Voice, say goodbye to your old friend and return to balance. Silence. Silence. Silence.