Anomaly is a Decision!

He had loved her as the last manifestations of innocence in a world of depreciating preservatives. The smell of a few rotten nostalgias. Mutilating. Bacteria. She blinked her eyes like a child when she didn’t understand a thing. And oh! For the beauty of it he’d wish she’d understand nothing he ever told or did.

When the wars called him again, all he wished to take from the town was one blink of her eyes. Carefully concealed. But this time she understood. She won’t blink again like darkness would for him, evermore.

Animals – 4: Bear

Tender inside her wound she slipped. Still broken from the last night’s fallen dreams. A few bone-dusts churned into the broth of flesh. A teaspoon of blood. A pinch of his fading memories. In this abandoned house, smelling of bearskins, alone and lost, delicacies’ been waiting for her.

Tonight, Goldilock will not find the porridge that is neither too hot nor too cold.

Unforgetting

Animals – 1: Rabbit
Animals – 2: Rat
Animals – 3: Protozoan

Are You Afraid of Me, Child?

[A Prayer for those we forgot to invite to the Christmas Celebrations, yet again.]

Someone had whispered a scream in my ears. Its fragrance lingered like a sunflower in a wintry dusk. Like a fallacy. When music came we transformed it to a sonata and planted it in a flower pot.

Our life was a radio station that played Gothic music, forever, after we lived.

The First Gun

And still they lingered on her lips. The children. The tale of those who were lost with their fading childhood. Reproduction was an exact name. A re-creation of their childhood. A restoration of selves. A wooden plank on the river bed. Flowing. Empty.

After their mother had kissed them, they had ran outside with with the wooden plank.

Peace

Slowly, his life became denser than the graveyards. Not ’til the recent times did the townsfolk notice that the gravestones growing out of the grasses were more in number than the flowers in the grave. They had went to the mayor asking for a brand new grave, but he declined saying – “few people die in the town, nowadays. The young people, who are most frequently dead, are buried in the largest grave of them all: Agony.”

People stopped complaining after that. Not because of what the mayor had told but because they found one fine day, that the lovely undertaker whom all of them admired was living a life much, much denser than the death of their children.