The bar begins with a Treble Clef,
Gunshot
And half-hearted smiles. B Flat:
Black, smooth, polished, outstanding.
I am a valued member of society
No rings on my fingers and my heart worn on my sleeve. Or my star.
The tail end of a walther p38 strikes my
Vertebrae. gutter.
A moonlight sonata could lead to a homicidal
Prominade lit by the said evil, all seeing mistress.
She illuminates the sky for murderers - Kapos; the fools.
Where is our lord now? A sentimental
Golden watch is sold for nourishment; weakly believed to be ours.
There is a butcher,
There is a baker
There is a candle stick maker,
An accountant, a mother,
A child.
That small, sooty
Bristle would disappear with a swipe of a sharp blade,
As would my spark if i would dare. What would Paapa say to that?
A pre-developed organism crawls up the nose of a
9-year old boy. Did he miss his train?
My satin, My rings, My dolls, My dresses, My jewels,
My hair..
My Piano...
My chords. The soft, innocent, melodic,
Menacing, violent,
Destructive
Chords.
C Sharp silver pins of hatred.
B flat, still, unmoving corpses of the
sweet lady who gifted me a rose, the grocery shop owner,
And my Paapa.
His white and seemingly unwashed, perfect hair. The tweed jacket and corduroys. His love for beetroot, and the way I would chortle when his lips stained red.
Life would be lovely if it ended with courage.
