Trumpets...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 7:36 PM
play sick lullabies.
Skeletons sit around the table, teacups hanging from the pinky.
I can hear them chattering as I lay in bed.
Chattering of teeth, chattering of talk of life.
Of death, love, and of loss.
I lift myself from my bed, toes padding to the window.
Silence.
Eye sockets seem to turn in their skulls.
Trumpets begin.
Trumpets play sick lullabies.
Blink.
It's morning, I look in the mirror.
Disgusting.
I drift down to breakfast.
I don't eat.
The day progresses.
The night falls, I listen hard.
And finally, as the clock strikes 1 am.
The clicking of the dead wafts through my slightly open window.
A voice comes.
"Stop."
I wake, it's morning.
I don't eat.
The day progresses.
A voice visits me while I sleep.
"I just knew I'd find you here...I knew I'd find you here.."
I open my eyes.
A dull morning greets me.
I look in the mirror.
Nothing but bones.
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.
Skeletons sit around the table, teacups hanging from the pinky.
I can hear them chattering as I lay in bed.
Chattering of teeth, chattering of talk of life.
Of death, love, and of loss.
I lift myself from my bed, toes padding to the window.
Silence.
Eye sockets seem to turn in their skulls.
Trumpets begin.
Trumpets play sick lullabies.
Blink.
It's morning, I look in the mirror.
Disgusting.
I drift down to breakfast.
I don't eat.
The day progresses.
The night falls, I listen hard.
And finally, as the clock strikes 1 am.
The clicking of the dead wafts through my slightly open window.
A voice comes.
"Stop."
I wake, it's morning.
I don't eat.
The day progresses.
A voice visits me while I sleep.
"I just knew I'd find you here...I knew I'd find you here.."
I open my eyes.
A dull morning greets me.
I look in the mirror.
Nothing but bones.
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.