When we were young, we knew who we wanted to be.
We were told how to be and what to say.
You felt punished for being different. I reveled in our strangeness…
Then the years of bliss were over, we were cast out in the freezing water
to reemerge on distant shores. We were fixed and could not move
the world that once held all colors turned a violent shade of blue.
Fields of massacred flowers wept with swollen allergic eyes
as forget-me-nots hid under wild burning grass. After the earth cooled
it revealed the twisted bark of blackened trees. Dead animals stared
with charcoal eyes howling in pain as they soaked into the soil.
I hate what I’ve become, heart hanging from one thread
pulsating like a rotting corpse. You vomit these words into my ear at 3am.
I cleanse my mind of our late night telephone conversations.
You continue to wash your face in a marble sink that resembles
a gravestone splattered in toothpaste. Epitaphs are grim
but crooked smiles still encourage progress.