Your story

I am reading your story
The words you spoke encircling my space
I am reading those invisible words
Glaring at them
Gnawing at them
Spitting at them
Ripping them
I get to their skin
And scratch the air
My nails grow heavy with unseen blood

The wind screams in pain
I silence it with a slap
Palms pink with the sting
Of a life I watch
From a distance
Flowers turning to weeds
As Polaroid pictures
Flash out like bullets

I imagine walking into your house
The wooden floors polished
To shine like laser beams
The bathroom's glass door
Blurs with the spray of water
And your desires unleashed
To please
The body you will hold
As memory of a lost scent
Now putrid
Ossifies in your nose

You sniff and sneeze
Your lips freeze
Like death in blue
A dribble like dew
Appears from nowhere
You think of someone
And walk out into the darkness
To hear her breath
Exposing yourself to the moonlight
You shine
The wind chokes you
You run into another embrace

I have finished reading your story
The air is still
I bury the words
It’s a quiet funeral

~FV