You smelled of burning and you were covered in ash.
“Where’ve you been?”
I’m angryhurtconfused but mostly just desperatelonely.
“Busy… in real life.”
As if you weren’t as deep into this as I.
As if real life all of a sudden excluded me.
Did you want it to?
We built our crosses together but only one of us would be crucified.
My feet melted to the floor, leaving me
the swaying piece of wheat in the field,
succumbing to the wind, ready for
the sickle that would come down, ending
Everything.
Farmer, won’t you spare me this?
“I think it’s best if-“
Shuashshuash.
Your threshing words came down upon me.
“This won’t work.”
I’m confusedhurtangry but mostly just desparatelonely.
We walked to the end of the block together and you went right.
I wanted to follow you.
Better yet, I wanted you to jump inside my skin and
Fall asleep.
You expected me to follow you because it’s what I had done every time before.
I went left.
I made it home later and I too was covered in ash and smelled of burning.
I was hurtconfusedangry but mostly just lonelydesperate.
Still.
I gained strength in knowing that I went left.
I went.
And I left.
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