the writing on the wall was
chalk
that faded with as little or
as much
as a drop of rain.
the writing on the wall spelled out
secrets, five years’ worth,
and a lifetime more of plans -
and i caged myself in a
box
drawn on the pavement with the most beautiful, colourful, expensive, all-consuming
chalk;
the chalk that i used to build up a foundation from
the bottom,
a sturdy structure that could not be toppled by the world’s biggest machines and
the universe’s strongest forces.
i, however boxed
myself inside the chalk.
and she drew daisies all around me in that cage and said
“smell them.”
i bent down to do so and she stomped
on the back of my head, breaking
my nose and my neck.
my nose bled - and my basic senses left me.
pain swallowed me and my chalk-laden prison was
once and for all
locked.
“they smell amazing.” i said, and
i bet they did.
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