days
October 19th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
My days are locked up in a waiting room and only I can call them out. They pick their noses with dirty fingernails and stare at me. I can sense they are getting impatient, savage. Before they used to keep busy making origami houses of different colors, entire cityscapes with cars and paper gardens. I didn’t notice them then. But now they’re asking questions – they’re making demands. They want more food and spades so they can bury their dead. For months now the days have not been called out. It’s too crowded in there and the conditions are making them do things out of desperation for my attention. Last night Sunday was raped by Wednesday in the toy house. Friday smashed Monday’s face in with a fire extinguisher then Monday tore Friday’s ear off with his bleeding teeth.
I can’t sleep at night. It’s a chaos of conflicting thoughts out there and screams that pierce my liver and make my left eye twitch. It’s been like this since I left him and then she left me and now I’m alone with too much time to think. And the days are impatient and hungry. They’re breaking down the wall and I’m scared because I don’t know what they are capable of doing.
They stopped begging for mercy now. I try to help them but it’s just another thing on my list and I need time to think.
