Do You Know Me at All?

Yesterday I stabbed a man. Today I'm playing mom. Silence of thoughts expected as reward, but she's never experienced that before. A storm outside, she spins and spirals a dance of joy, the torn paperback slipping from her fingers to flood garnet down the drain. Soaked through the ebony depths, she's all smiles and wicked gaze. Key in hand, I wander to the door, ready for the comforts of home, then the synapses, like a bullet to the head, fire thoughts back in. She runs away, the street slapping wet, trying to hide from her reality. Nary a soul around to care, she cannot handle this alone. Back track to this place; the gutter puddled red around the pages that bleed. Her forgotten story, lost in that single expression of glee, titled 'Lose Me'. A glance upon my home, that is not mu home, for there is not for reverie doc, only the tense silence false hope. I slip the key into the locked, and breathe.