Kiss the Rain Bare

Untitled Part 9

Andante.

A casket of grace engulfs the stage in flames;

A paradoxical relationship;

The movements soothe whilst they burn

The flesh in tiny ripples across the arms and the legs

They relieve as they destroy

"Anon! Anon! Anon!" they cry;

Bottled anger now overflowing with the struggle to contain;

In a blink, however, it is all over.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

For this performance has crushed all limitations;

All expectations;

We greet our little-not-so-little performance with love;

Done for the night,

We make our way home.

Slap.

My neck flies in the direction

My world spins and I dig my nails into my skin

Clutching my cheek in pain.

This burning is nothing like the one witnessed earlier in the performance;

Instead, it annihilates all hope in my heart;

My breath hitches;

And I stare in horror.

She glances down at me;

She pours disgust from her mouth;

All over me

Covering me with a casket of repulsed notions

All I can imagine is why I am still here...

Blamed for being a ceaseless flow of misgivings and mistakes.

The abuse, once sporadic;

Is now routine;

The burn... the burn... the burn...

This burn is different... it destroys and destroys wholly

There is no looking back anymore

A solution appears

Like an angel in a time of distress

My hand reaches for a vial of poison.

Everything blurs and churns to black.

Andante.

~ to the life that should have lived longer