They’re screaming

The pair of them

Deafening

Let the music lull you

Funny that the Owl made an immediate appearance

And then gone

I’ll forgive you for a moment if you try to quell the storm in me

Could I have done that in a way that left them anything but wild?

I must remember to breathe

My lungs feel tight

Like they’re screaming through them

I’m okay

At the least, the Sun could have joined me today

I feel tightly wound

So tight I can’t breathe

He is just an old man

Afraid of death

He seems to want to do right by us

But they

They see every face he’s ever had

The lies

The paranoia

Along with the actual paranoia he passed on to me like some sick generational gift from an angry god

I am okay

I just need to breathe

I’m so scared but there’s nothing to scare me

He’s gone

For now

I’m fine, for now

Are you sure it’s from my Uncle and I owe him nothing?

I wish I didn’t have to be alone…

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