| I find myself waking early, waking to a cat crying, like it’s crying to me. My baby. My hot skin is lawless with the dangerous things I may have dreamed. I find myself curling my hair, flicking the ends with my eyes on my eyes in the mirror. It’s only me. But my hot eyes are salacious with the dangerous sights I may have seen. I find myself in these small leather shoes, jumping foot to foot. Listening to the sounds of the town like the town is talking to me. Hot floor beneath my feet. I can’t stay still. I find myself walking to work. Alone, sun spreading like liquid in the curves of the roofs. I pass them, looking. Little sunlights hot and enchanting. Sparkling. I am some angel’s darling. I am nobody’s darling. Nothing is working. I am frightened, I think I might cry. Cars are guarding every house. Grilles fierce like teeth, lights fierce like eyes. Dogs and wolves every one. Later, I find myself left all over the floor in a private room. Head hot in my hands, throbbing and disturbed. My brain is in pain with the dangerous things I may have done. They don’t understand I am all on my own. Nothing guards me with railings, no wire wraps my perimeters. I am skin and soft organs, defending the bone. |
| Nothing Important Happened Today |
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| by Chloe Meakin |