0317 Grey Lane
Dust covered ventricles on the dining room table
I swallowed the days so there is only now and this place. The rest of everything is shades of empty. An iridescent collection of who we once were but will never be again.
These words are as clumsy as the cricket keeping me alive.
"Oh, Pain. You've always been so self centered and consuming. Just let her go."
"There is nothing left for her now. We will sit here together. A cup of tea?"
Heart breathes, the dust billowing into the air, born and dead all at once.
Pain boils the kettle. Thin fingertips so careful and strong.
"Where did you happen to put the world?"
Pain laughs at hearts question. A chuckle with malevolence and quaint disbelief.
"Did you hear what happened yesterday?" Pain asks. "The attack I mean."
Heart crawls to the edge of the table, a slug of meat, slow and persistent.
"Which attack, Pain?"
Again a laugh. So much anger.
"ALL OF THEM! Every day the world is filled with death and guns and madness. What is the point? The shadows of the world were always shadows."
Pain has picked up dishes and begun to toss them against the wall. The crashes each have a distinct sound. First like a gunshot and then a bomb and the last dish Pain throws sounds just like a scream.
Heart waits. "Do you believe the world is bad?"
Pain picks up another dish, and aims for heart.
"I believe the world is angry."
Heart has to leap to dodge the flying china. Heart has been fairly calm and polite but in its attempt to save itself, a few obscenities do slip from its mouth.
Heart lands safely on the ground.
"Fuck. Pain. Just because you're hurting does not mean you can destroy the world around you."
Pain crumples to the ground, gathering heart near to the chest.
"I'm sorry, Heart."
Heart beats and pats Pain in a comforting gesture.
"The world can't live without us both, pain."
"Why? I feel so guilty for my existence."
"Pain, you make chocolate taste sweeter. You make kisses more wild. You turn smiles into laughter. Without you there would be nothing."
A window on 0517 Grey Lane opens.
"We meet the darkness with grace."
Below is a painting from The National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.
About the blog:
Emily Ann Hansen
I'm a writer and teacher living in Baltimore City. I'm originally from Chicago. I graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Fiction. Instead of babbling, I will list a few of the things in life that make me happy: