#isfpprompts

Open myself

Happiness

when love for you died, the world died with it. the heavens turned grey and the people disappeared and i was left alone in my grief. i used to call you the sun in my sky, and when you left you took warmth with you. everything i knew became nothing, became only void, only absence. no one ever tells you that emptiness is reflective. i met myself in the space you left behind, and where once the corpse of love for you lay, there grew a new love for the face i saw in the mirror. the skies cleared and the people returned, and i brought warmth back to the world. after love, i became my own sun.

Defeat

the perseverance of the all-is-well- folks

Q: How do you close a wound? A: You sew it shut with your own teeth. Q: How do you close a wound? A: You create a needle from the bones of yours that have grown too sharp, and thread it with the silk of your skin. Q: How do you close a wound? A: You let it burn and fester and bleed the scarlet you never thought your body could produce, before crafting tools from your worn soul. Q: How do you close a wound? A: Sometimes - you sit and marvel at the crimson dripping from your body, wide eyed as the white of your bones begin to glimmer like moonlight as they greet the air, and the tightness of your once vibrant skin begins to wear and loosen and pale in a matter of seconds. - you don’t.

Open myself again, and be betrayed by the buzzards who smell the rotting flesh. I have been a wanderer and fool for much of my lifetimes and my insides have seen the sun and the moon far too many times. My scars have become zippers, and my organs carnival prizes. My sympathy has made me a freak show, my crass words have made me a star, my dying has made me a thinker, my living hasn’t gotten me far.