CARPE DIEM

     “ HEY TOZIER, ”   grin meets soft face, boy turned jokester was always slinging words ; too often getting annoying. throat clears, “ that thing you’re doing with your words - ever heard of silence? ”  

finders     keepers,     losers       weepers     !     blunt   end   bears   a   split,   blade   rendered   only   half   -   useless.   there’s   the   question   hanging  on   why   she   carried   it   in   the   first   place,   urging   her   to   clarify   as   hand   reaches   for   grip,   minding   the   bent   steel.     BLOOD    RED,    ON   THE    CANAL    GROOVES.      she   convinced   herself   it   was   an   animal.     ❛      it’s   okay.     it’s    not   mine     ———       I    mean,   it’s   not   a   big   deal.   it’s   a     ———       ❜       abrupt   stop,    voice   fading    off.     in   a   moment,   gaze   hardens.      there’s   something   faded   scratched   into   the   side.       two   letters.        ❛      hey,     come    look    at    this.     ❜           /          @dayseize     continued

   CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT  -   OR BROKE THE KNIFE   ;    from the moment actions went forth in motion and slight destruction of object took reality, there was a regret for clumsy actions.   despite the reassurance from a familiar friend - but it’s the abrupt change in sentence that causes heart to race, feet to move.  “ what’s wrong? ”    there had always been fun and games, a chance to be children in a world that too often demanded you grow up far before your time.    life in a town that children too often failed to make it past their teenage years.    you ease forward, cautious and peering over her shoulder at the etched letters on blade. 

                          ❝      WHAT  CAN  I  SAY,     i’m  a  natural  criminal.     i  mean,   if  being  good  doesn’t  pay  off  in  the  end     ——–    then  i  don't  see  the  point !        ❞     

* *・ ⌈ ✦ ⌋    @dayseize·    /    LIV MOORE.

MORAL COMPASS, RIGHTEOUS PATH   ;     eyes roll and shoulders slump, there was no surprise in the answer.   you already knew the path that he had taken - despite your reservations.    even you, doer of good - had found it in you to break the occasional rule for the sake of what you felt to be good. 

            SHOULDERS TENSE.        eyes can’t tear themselves away from hopper’s burning rage ; the fire he sees akin to his own father,   oddly finding something comforting there.     anger,   he can deal with.    anger,   he’s very familiar with.      pressing his own hands against the table,   cole rises from his chair   —-   as if him standing, at all his five foot five glory was shifting the power dynamic,    cole hopes it says   :   I’M NOT SCARED OF YOU . 

                          ‘ i want an answer.        WHAT HAPPENED   —- ? ’

NICOTINE BREATH , TREMBLING HANDS  ;     how your heart still managed to beat after all of this remained a mystery.    how the loss of daughter had shaped you,  near loss of byers boy and the thought of losing another young girl who was now the daughter you had once lost.    heart wore heavy, there were things that you had seen that had made average nightmares seem like peaceful dreams.      how could the words muster, how could they form behind now pursed lips ; icy cold glare remained on unwavering face.    fire red burned behind darkened eyes , as if to say   -   please let this rest.   

       “ you have no goddamn idea what you’re asking here, kid. move. on. ”