Unhappy Together, Calamitous Alone
The air is still, silent
Uncanny
Eerie breezes
Past every window –
A wing,
Black,
Ebony ruffled feathers,
A cloak,
With dark red trimming,
A snarl, a hiss
– Plastic fangs
Crocodile tears –
Despondent feelings, flitter around outside,
Like the bats that dart and dive, swooping like intangible feelings
(who will pluck them from the air with nimble fingers?)
Under the harsh city lights,
Where once; we fell in love [was it really love? now it only feels like hate]
I remember
That year
An influx of bats raced to the town like two fireflies in a bell jar,
Each trying freedom;
But both tied down by fear:
Much like us I muse ~here~,
Blotted ink stains on my fingers (or maybe blood? I really don’t know anymore; life’s gone nowhere but down)
Still, the window is
Open
{but} No sounds from beyond greet me:
I really wish they would.
