Unfinished Works

I showed up early as I always do. Waiting as I always do. You show up late. The tears already dropping from your face miles a minute, hitting the sharp rocks of my consciousness for the last time with your indecision. Just say it already. We kissed too early. We were intimate too early. I jumped the gun and the residue of the chalky gunpowder covered up the droplets of two wounded hearts. It’s not all my fault you know. I did what you wanted when you wanted even when it was too late. Why didn’t you let me know you had already counted the days? Why didn’t you let me know the clock had already stopped? A growing fetus was stunted of its growth to become a stillborn. Trapped in the silent womb of invisible fears. Suffocated in airless hesitancy. Just say it already. I never should have come on time.

I cover up my scars. They only see what they need to see. They had been calling me names for quite some time. Can’t they see I’m just like them?   Why can’t I fit in? No one knows my pain and no one ever will. I will keep it inside. As it festers and bubbles I feel the anger rising to a broken surface.   It seeps out as I yell at a customer. She shows shock in her face but calm in her heart, she asks me what’s the source? None of her business. She says it is her business because my behavior was affecting her so now she’s a part of the situation.   I flinch. My inside’s are filthy. Fermenting in the putrid stench are the lies that have corrupted my mind. They slither nearer and nearer by the second, salivating for my beating heart.   This was my last chance. This poison was going to kill me. I share a little, a little more, not realizing I was moments away from the death of my soul. She meets my words without judgment. She speaks into me without warrant.   She gives me the truth as I he