Here comes my shame, in the form of tears. My heart aches as I know I’ve lost all hope of being taken seriously, at being heard, at being humored out of respect or compassion because emotions mean I’m being silly. Silly like a child.
I reach for him, I step toward him, I open my hands in plea as he sneers and stands superior.
“We have bills to pay and I don’t have time to play your games. You watch far too much television.” I’m always just oh, so silly.
“Please, I feel it in my bones.” Some phrases have no meaning, seem empty but pretty combinations of words, until your shins almost itch deep inside with an odd tingle, your shoulders grab themselves tight, your spine slams tense, bracing itself for the blast.
Despair sets in as he walks away, a flash of his lucky cuff-links sets me to grieving though I don’t know why. Until the airline sends them later, the only thing that was left, their fiery gleam charred to a lifeless black.
P.S. – For those who follow me through wordpress, for yesterday’s prompt I put a haiku on Twitter.
Umber leaves as teardrops
Restless skittering whispers
Blanketing the dead