pixie

your glassy eyes betray you

I twirled a ripple on the surface of my grief and winced. My eyes followed her as she got up and left. Watching that familiar gait disappear into the crowd and get consumed by the city that i have grown to despise. maybe oneday il forget that gait altogether. i just sat there for a long time staring off, and when i finally got up something died. the bad aftertaste of disappointment on my tongue was like a month old massacre festering in the height of summer. i tried so hard. but i cant do this anymore. it no longer makes sense. its such a shame.