Soothers

I spilt ink all over the page and it soaked right through. I wrote on my table a few years back, only to realise that I regret every word and I'd burn it off with nail polish remover. Later, I'd turn that side to the wall. That table now holds 6 litre wine bottles and jewelry in a bedroom. The pictures that hang on the largest of the walls are slowly gravitating to the dirty carpet below, stained with the coffee spills and body sweat of two. This is my room, and it's pleased to meet you. A blue light constantly glares up on the walls showing the hidden ghosts I stay so late up to see.

Trouble talking, hard to put anything into words that this mind can only try to explain when talking. Watch around the palm of a hand because I cannot stand it on my wrists. Cut off all ears in classes to sit and waste the ink life of a pen on paper to draw nothing. A lamp with a crystal shade turns off at 11:34 pm to make strangers believe people are home, shadowing a picture of my mother that looks too much like me. 3 candles that have nearly completely melted, due to the long time I soak my skin in a tub of water. No-one laughs at God when it's got really late and their kid isn't back from a party yet. No-ones laughs at God when cops knocks on their door and they say "We've got some real bad news, Sir."

I listen to the ringing noises in between these ears, and hear faint words. Right hand is colder then the left, when the right does more. I'm not here to be punted when you feel you need the hit. I don't want to play scrabble backwards anymore, it's stupid. Here I am, stupid. Stupid for allowing a bowl of my water be drunken for something only dogs would skull. Wings won't help you down, down fills the gravity with proud, fly upwards little butterfly, fly up.

I will brush the hair of these ghosts, the smell of nail remover will go, the coffee stains will evaporate, my mothers picture will be dusted off, new candles are coming tomorrow, ears will be glued back, and bowls will be filled of water from rain. Don't you worry about it! I am getting my thrills already for what I want in January, get in early, I remind myself everyday. I'm getting better at counting on my fingers and pronouncing words correctly. I am being paid to love, it's all fake. An eyebrow raise gives you an idea, but I'll never let the idea prove it's objection. A click of the fingers don't do anything, babe. Biology is done, to ask questions such as "Do koalas get high of eucalyptus leaves? Is that why they are so slow?" It's logical.

It's all good though, I will banish the unwanted and keep the needy. It'll be a breeze, swap a few things around, mix it in a bowl, and hang it out to dry. I have bought a quick road ticket to the end of the rainbow.