Pots and pans clattered to the ground and three voices sounded. “Shit,” the first said, loudly picking them back up. The kettle on the stove began to boil as a timer went off. The oven was flung open and cursing from the heat erupted. Hot pans of sizzling food, burnt to a crisp, landed on the counter with a thump. “Hot pans on the counter, no!” Shouted the second voice. Scrambling for oven mitts and hot plates ensued. “Fuck. This is ruined. We can’t fix this,” the third voice said, defeated. The kettle on the stove started to shriek as the pot of hot water boiled over. Heart rates rose, as did the voices. Soon all sense of organization was lost within the chaos.
The seconds stretched into minutes as the clock ticked steadily. Her words repeated in her head. “I love you,” she had said. Why had she said that? Why had she let herself say that? Please say something, she screamed in her head, please, anything. The girl in front of her scrunched her face into an apologetic look. She knew her answer without the girl even saying anything. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her red hair blowing in the wind, making this harder than it needed to be. “It’s alright,” she replied. Her heart was crushed, she didn’t know how she left and got into her car but all she knew was that she was home now. She curled up in her unkept bed and begged to disappear.
My bones creaked and groaned Hands searched the darkness Pleaded with the earth to give way Light poured in above my head My eyes stung and my head hurt The sun like fire on my pale skin I had become the ground Dirt in my lungs and worms in my head Breaking from my own Awakening from sleep Awakening from death
You were gone and I was alone. Your fresh grave growing muddy in the rain. I felt their hands pat my back and their words were muffled and insincere. A sparrow flew past, wings drenched and struggling in the harsh weather. She landed on your gravestone and my breath caught in my throat. “Get off,” I whispered. The sparrow looked at me and I gasped. Her eyes. Your eyes looked back at me and the sparrow let out it’s song. The sparrow leapt into the air and took flight. She quickly disappeared into the storm. “Please! Come back!” I cried, knowing that would be the last time I saw you.
