Hush

The Wheels On The Van Go Round And Round

Thoughts were racing through my mind as fast as my legs were propelling me forward, presenting images of my somewhat normal, yet mundane life. So many memories breaking past the flood gates, scenes that I would gladly give anything to be in right now.

A cocktail of sweat and tears forming on my face as I'm drowning in visions of the past.

My train of thought suddenly disapates when I realise that the only sounds to be heard are the pathetic sobs bubbling out of my mouth and the drum beat of my heart.

The sound of clumsy footsteps seems to have vanished into thin air.

My knees drop to the ground, aching from running for what seemed like an eternity. As I fall to the ground, I feel the blisters around my ankles erupt in unison, mini party poppers celebrating its victory in escaping that waste of flesh. My ribs heaving up and down, pumping oxygen into my ravenous lungs. I weep along with the blisters on my ankles.

I prop myself up against a rotting fence, not caring when the splinters pierce the skin on my back. Darkness engulfing my line of sight as I begin to drift off.

I'm awoken by the humming of a close by engine. Slightly dishevelled and pissed off, I rub my eyes and allow my eyelids to flicker open. My line of sight is blurred from the deep rest that I had been wrapped up in. Blinking a few times helps to rectify this though.

After all this effort, the vision that dares to greet me will (i'm sure) leave me forever vexed. He reaches for my fringe and like the spoilt two year old he is, grips it and jerks my head back. "fuck" I whisper in a sorrowful tone, unknowingly provoking this walking vegetable to respond with a playful yet menacing "pEeK a Bo0"