An old prompt that I decided to re-do. [The third!]
Invisibility is the key to everything they said. It's the key to being found, it the key to being lost. It's the key to everything.
And everything is nothing.
So therefore, invisibility is the key to nothing. Only to pain and loneliness. Every year I visit. Every year I want to touch but can't. And every year I spill invisible tears for the little boy who will never know me. But I know him, and everyday I cry knowing that he is alive while I struggle because of a choice I made.
He's never asked about me. He's never wondered. He's ten now, staring at the pictures I took and am not in. Again, I cry because I go to hug him and he walks right through me, no knowing and never feeling me.
"Hey Dad," He calls, the man that stuck me here pops his head outside the kitchen, covered in flour. He also did suck at cooking. His look of confusion as our son points to the pictures on the mantle piece.
"Who took those pictures?" A frown scars his face and I cannot tell what he's thinking but, I can tell he isn't comfortable with the answer.
"Your mother kiddo." He answers after some time, a part of me feels lighter. He's asking about me! He wants to know!
But, he scrunches his brows together and goes back to staring at the photo's. His father, my once-been husband walks out of the kitchen. He rubs the white powder off his hands and stand beside my son.
"Why?" Instead of answering he asks another question.
"Where is she?" My heart soars, he wants me! He wants me! I can feel myself fading, into something. A bright light, or the darkness standing behind me.
"She's gone. Died giving birth to you." Bluntly explained and the narrowing of the eyes by both men causes me to cry and fade completely into the dark.
Being invisible is the key. The key to nothing. Nothing is the darkness within every man's heart. Therefore being invisible is the same as being the darkness within man.
So what does that make you?
And everything is nothing.
So therefore, invisibility is the key to nothing. Only to pain and loneliness. Every year I visit. Every year I want to touch but can't. And every year I spill invisible tears for the little boy who will never know me. But I know him, and everyday I cry knowing that he is alive while I struggle because of a choice I made.
He's never asked about me. He's never wondered. He's ten now, staring at the pictures I took and am not in. Again, I cry because I go to hug him and he walks right through me, no knowing and never feeling me.
"Hey Dad," He calls, the man that stuck me here pops his head outside the kitchen, covered in flour. He also did suck at cooking. His look of confusion as our son points to the pictures on the mantle piece.
"Who took those pictures?" A frown scars his face and I cannot tell what he's thinking but, I can tell he isn't comfortable with the answer.
"Your mother kiddo." He answers after some time, a part of me feels lighter. He's asking about me! He wants to know!
But, he scrunches his brows together and goes back to staring at the photo's. His father, my once-been husband walks out of the kitchen. He rubs the white powder off his hands and stand beside my son.
"Why?" Instead of answering he asks another question.
"Where is she?" My heart soars, he wants me! He wants me! I can feel myself fading, into something. A bright light, or the darkness standing behind me.
"She's gone. Died giving birth to you." Bluntly explained and the narrowing of the eyes by both men causes me to cry and fade completely into the dark.
Being invisible is the key. The key to nothing. Nothing is the darkness within every man's heart. Therefore being invisible is the same as being the darkness within man.
So what does that make you?