Time Together

"Gather and guard the time that until now was being taken from you, or was stolen from you, or that slipped away." -Seneca

Being aware has become my subtle savior.

The green grass in my yard is a rolling backdrop for my daylilies, where there used to be a voice beckoning me toward the darkness nestled somewhere in the abyss of your chest. The same chest I could lie upon in a dream, a dream where the man accommodates for no one and tells me to get on my knees because my eyes are pretty in the red light.

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, I have it all wrong. It is more likely for you to accommodate us all, to blanket everyone you meet in your brevity, and to call it wisdom. I do not blame you for wasting your time here in the sky where no one can pull you under, a pity to be so afraid!

Ghostly rotten you, scoring the likes as others roam through a bleak bleak dark unable to speak out. Now roam, roam with memories stuck inside that mud you were promised escape from. Yell it out and down to below, hell would have been better than this!

Judith Beheading Holofernes-Artemisia Gentileschi c.1614

It's harsh, but the weight of your sympathy has long evaporated into the clouds, too high for the very imparched and determined to reach you. Smirks of your appease smear any joyous emotion as you look down, into the dirt. Look into it, the fumbling, the trying, and choose to ignore it over and over until you can shred yourself open, slit from your belly to your bottom lip, and spill out onto the pavement.

I watched you swell and sweat day after day like a corpse, but only now are you gone. Those left down here have finally reached the clouds and taken you under. Others came around to collect you, the splat you left behind, I told them it was an accident, you did not know better because you thought you were already dead! How simple-minded believers are. I slammed the door in their faces and bolted the hatches to lay on your chest like I always do. At least this time, I am aware.