This morning when I came to you to sing
you fed me a bowl of stones
you did not watch as I chewed
cracking teeth
you were sitting on his knee
talking across me
to the others
reminiscing of places, people and songs you all knew
but I did not
I swallowed the stones
teeth fragments
and blood ;
made myself comfortable squatting on the floor
and smiled with all my might.
The hours passed and I could leave
waving boldly
although you had already turned away.
This afternoon
I darkened the room
covered my head with a blanket
and slept.
When I awoke I thought tomorrow was here
but it was not.
Comments
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Sad. Why did they feed them stones? I didn't really get that. I was assuming it was because the person was starving, but even if someone was starving would they eat stones? Or maybe I just didn't get the metaphor
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Powerful write. Especially the ending. It made me think of people hoping for something more in life and waking up every day realizing that what they wish they had just isn't there. Thanks for sharing and keep that pen flowing.
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I am so happy you posted today, I missed reading your work. I've been in this situation before- many times actually. Thank you for writing this so I didn't have to.
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