[Filtered Group- Bad dog.]
The tree was candyfloss pink, and the sky was bubblegum blue, and the grass was like apple liquorish and the boy had chocolate eyes. And everything was sweet sweet sweet.
The hall was clinical white and the stairs were the colour of rot and the carpet was thick and suffocating and the man had eyes of steel. And everything was make believe.
Here was the sun and the breeze, and the singing of birds and buzzing of insects and a hot little hand and stories with no ending, and the days went on forever.
Here there was the dark and the stench of stale air, the screaming of children and the rustle of rodents and hot stinging tears and stories with no beginning, and the night blocked out the day.
There was dirty shirts and skinned knees and shared sandwiches and abandoned coats used for goals, there was the smell of hot chips and the sound of a city and a never ending barrage of laughter, there was loose ties and grey shorts and two pound pocket money. There was a bell to signal the end.
There was dirty faces and itchy palms and shared looks and abandoned sons used for draft catchers, the smell of damp and the sound of silence and a never ending barrage of fear, there was loose steps and grey thoughts and thousands of pounds inheritance. There was nothing to signal the end.
And the two were never supposed to cross paths.
Then there was screaming laughter and hushed fear and steel and damp and bubblegum smeared on the bottom of trainers, there was the sound of the city and the echo of silence, there was buzzing and rustling and beginnings and ends and grey and green and so much black and blue, there was pounds and pennies and basements and attics and a thousand hundred rooms and open stadiums and rivers and skies that meet where you couldn’t see, and traffic and terrorists and hunts and battles and massacres, There was high walls and secret gardens and hollow lanes and busy streets and dark tunnels and broken bridges and running, so much running, running until your feet became wings and then you were shot out of the sky and there was falling, tumbling, and rushing rushing air.
And then there was nothing at all.
The hall was clinical white and the stairs were the colour of rot and the carpet was thick and suffocating and the man had eyes of steel. And everything was make believe.
Here was the sun and the breeze, and the singing of birds and buzzing of insects and a hot little hand and stories with no ending, and the days went on forever.
Here there was the dark and the stench of stale air, the screaming of children and the rustle of rodents and hot stinging tears and stories with no beginning, and the night blocked out the day.
There was dirty shirts and skinned knees and shared sandwiches and abandoned coats used for goals, there was the smell of hot chips and the sound of a city and a never ending barrage of laughter, there was loose ties and grey shorts and two pound pocket money. There was a bell to signal the end.
There was dirty faces and itchy palms and shared looks and abandoned sons used for draft catchers, the smell of damp and the sound of silence and a never ending barrage of fear, there was loose steps and grey thoughts and thousands of pounds inheritance. There was nothing to signal the end.
And the two were never supposed to cross paths.
Then there was screaming laughter and hushed fear and steel and damp and bubblegum smeared on the bottom of trainers, there was the sound of the city and the echo of silence, there was buzzing and rustling and beginnings and ends and grey and green and so much black and blue, there was pounds and pennies and basements and attics and a thousand hundred rooms and open stadiums and rivers and skies that meet where you couldn’t see, and traffic and terrorists and hunts and battles and massacres, There was high walls and secret gardens and hollow lanes and busy streets and dark tunnels and broken bridges and running, so much running, running until your feet became wings and then you were shot out of the sky and there was falling, tumbling, and rushing rushing air.
And then there was nothing at all.