Missing the Key
Title: Missing the Key
Summary: Death is unforgiving.
Characters: She & he.
Genre: Angst/General.
Rating/Warnings: G/Depressing; mention of bleach-drinking, gun-shooting, and drunk driving.
Word count: 345
Author's Note: Written for brigits_flame September Main Contest (Second week). I am an angsty, angsty soul.
How does it open, your private, mind-your-business mind? How can I peer into the thickness of bone and flesh and layers of hair and get into the juicy gray mass? How can I know what little ideas flicker through your mind, the inside jokes, the personal grudges?
How does it open, your quiet and solemn eyes? The skin over your pupils so thin I think I can see straight through it and somehow believe you’re staring back at me. Your eyes were like a black hole, sucking me and everyone to your side, just to know the personality behind those eyes.
How does it open, your gnarly, chewed-up ears? Despite the mars of the flesh from a rabid dog, your ears were always receptive, always beckoning, urging me to whisper my complaints and worries and the deepest of hopes I hadn’t even uttered to myself.
How does it open, your ghostly thin lips? I can’t even imagine anymore how the words used to slip out of your mouth so quickly it would miss my ears or how your “r”s used to roll off your tongue like warm whiskey. It was so animated, so big, the reddest, the brightest, and there can’t be any other mouth that can imitate your liveliness, your utter insanity.
How does it open, your fleshy, beating heart? It drew all the admiration my body could produce and left me aching to heap even more on you. Would a key do? Would a secret password, a code, a row of digits open your now-shut heart?
How does it open, your missing book of common sense? It would’ve been so easy to quietly ease open those pages, wouldn’t it have? Carefully read through the great big warnings in bubble letters to save you from death. Do not drink bleach. Do not point the gun at your head.
Do not drive after consuming alcohol.
There are no answers. There are no keys, no secret handshakes, no favors and pleads to open your humanity again. Gone. Non-existent. Zero.
Forever closed for business. Padlocked.
Fin.
Summary: Death is unforgiving.
Characters: She & he.
Genre: Angst/General.
Rating/Warnings: G/Depressing; mention of bleach-drinking, gun-shooting, and drunk driving.
Word count: 345
Author's Note: Written for brigits_flame September Main Contest (Second week). I am an angsty, angsty soul.
How does it open, your private, mind-your-business mind? How can I peer into the thickness of bone and flesh and layers of hair and get into the juicy gray mass? How can I know what little ideas flicker through your mind, the inside jokes, the personal grudges?
How does it open, your quiet and solemn eyes? The skin over your pupils so thin I think I can see straight through it and somehow believe you’re staring back at me. Your eyes were like a black hole, sucking me and everyone to your side, just to know the personality behind those eyes.
How does it open, your gnarly, chewed-up ears? Despite the mars of the flesh from a rabid dog, your ears were always receptive, always beckoning, urging me to whisper my complaints and worries and the deepest of hopes I hadn’t even uttered to myself.
How does it open, your ghostly thin lips? I can’t even imagine anymore how the words used to slip out of your mouth so quickly it would miss my ears or how your “r”s used to roll off your tongue like warm whiskey. It was so animated, so big, the reddest, the brightest, and there can’t be any other mouth that can imitate your liveliness, your utter insanity.
How does it open, your fleshy, beating heart? It drew all the admiration my body could produce and left me aching to heap even more on you. Would a key do? Would a secret password, a code, a row of digits open your now-shut heart?
How does it open, your missing book of common sense? It would’ve been so easy to quietly ease open those pages, wouldn’t it have? Carefully read through the great big warnings in bubble letters to save you from death. Do not drink bleach. Do not point the gun at your head.
Do not drive after consuming alcohol.
There are no answers. There are no keys, no secret handshakes, no favors and pleads to open your humanity again. Gone. Non-existent. Zero.
Forever closed for business. Padlocked.
Fin.