(A/N: I will finish that other chapter. Promise. But until then….)
Iggy
Imagining the past hurts.
Searing.
Ripping.
Shredding.
Screaming didn't make it better.
Doesn't make it better.
Each cry getting more animal.
More ragged.
More desperate.
Seeing the pale gray film expand,
And enclose,
And darken.
Until he wanted to run away,
terrified of himself.
Imagining wasn't enough now.
He sees clearly,
She is strong, but oh, so alone.
He is silent,
Too silent.
But the feeling
that is not in his eyes
bubbles over
and he wants to end it.
end it all.
He knows they would care.
But it would be numb.
Not like her.
The little one.
When she isn't there
they know.
He builds the bombs.
They don't know why.
He masks himself with a curve of his lips.
Fake. Believable.
No one sees the salt
spill over his cheeks,
Concentrated.
But when he hears the explosive
the time
as it leaves.
tick,
tick,
tick,
tick,
tick,
the heat warms his face.
it's like his heart.
tick,
tick,
tick,
TICK,
gone.