The Witness of Your Sins She doesn't look up to see the look on his face as he comes in. She won't talk, and doesn't move. The vein in his face is pounding as his eyes seems to focus on her her, and his pupils dilate.
"I'm making your favorite." She offers, focusing on the skillet she holds in her oven mitt. Her eyes are glazed and she appears out of focus, as if she doesn't really see what's in front of her. The chicken is burning, she doesn't notice. He doesn't either. His eyes rest on her back, which is turns to him.
Ding! The toast is done. Buzz buzz. That's all to be heard, his shallow, rapid breaths and her heart only just getting up
Her Living Corpse"Here to see Alley again?" The old woman perched behind the reception desk asks me. I nod, and she types something in her computer. "Someone will be here to take you to her room in a moment," she tells me. I sit down in one of the plush cushions. Sorrow blossoms in my chest as I remember our last meeting the day before. How she wouldn't respond except to nod and shake her head.
"Jason?" I look up to see one of the clinic nurses gesturing towards me. "Jason, she's ready to see you now."
As I walk down the hall, I hear the panicked scream of another patient. One who may have lost her mind to the same degree as my Alley. Or maybe this one was only halfway there. I debated in my head what I would prefer if I could choose. Would I rather have the dead look I see in my best friend's eyes every day, or would I choose to see her scream at the unnamed horrors as they etch themselves in her vision.
We pass through the hallways, and as usual I wish I was anywhere but here. I miss the old da
AntebellumA child gave up her long lost dream.
A song bird can't remember to sing.
As the light fades from the world,
As the sky sobs loud and tears fall down.
Sadness is the name of the game,
And grief is the song that we play.
When we realize we're still here.
Still waiting for hope and the courage to heal.
Do you remember back when we waited for dawn?
Do you remember when love held every thought?
When laughter was too hard to yield.
When our innocence had no shield?
I stand here today somehow.
Trying to remember the strength I'd found.
When my heart didn't feel so sore.
When life was just a thirst for more.
Before the war, we were s