Tell Me

Sister and I had to huddle in bed just to keep warm some nights.
 When I wasn't sleeping with Brother, Sister would make me curl up.
I didn't mind, our life was grand!

Mother always made all our clothes on that old machine, think you could do that nowadays?

Nah.

Yes, I think I was by the old fireplace  when it happened.
Brother didn't know what he was doing.
Do you really remember?!

I used to daydream out of that kitchen window for hours just imagining a whole slew of friends!

Happy hours!

Brother wasn't the same since he had  come back from the desert.
He tried to mend his clothes but they always came out looking worse.
We often slept in that old tent in the yard, and he would always awaken me with his nightmares.
Yes, grasping and clutching.

Oh yes, going up those stairs every night was chore enough.
But I certainly loved the view.

Do you remember the morning light?
Me too-

SECRETS

I WOKE UP TODAY AND REALIZED I HAD TO GET RID OF HIS DARN OLD BODY.

IN ANOTHER DAY OR SO HE'LL START TO SMELL, AND GOOD LORD I REALLY DO NOT WANT THAT!  NOT WITH MY NOSY NEIGHBORS.

THEY JUST LOOK FOR REASONS TO HATE ME.

IT MIGHT NOT HAVE HAPPENED IF HE HADN'T BROKEN MY FAVORITE LAMP OVER MY HEAD.

 BUT THEN AGAIN, IT MIGHT HAVE.

SOMETIMES I JUST GET SO ANGRY!!

MOTHER USED TO LOCK ME IN MY ROOM WHEN I WOULD GET LIKE THAT, LET ME DESTROY ALL MY THINGS INSTEAD OF THE FAMILY'S.

THINKING BACK, I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE JUST TAKEN THE MEDICATION.

AND HE SHOULDN'T HAVE HIT ME WITH THE DARN LAMP!!!
IT'S ALL BUSTED NOW,  SEE IT?
JUST LYING THERE.  I JUST LEFT IT.   DARN IT!

AND THERE HE IS, I WISH HE'D JUST WAKE UP AND LEAVE!

BUT INSTEAD I HAVE TO DIG A HOLE, DRAG HIM OUT UNDER THE COVER OF A MOON-LESS NIGHT,  BLAH BLAH BLAH, AND DUMP HIM IN.

I BET HE'S PRETTY HEAVY TOO.

I NEVER EVEN GOT TO MAKE HIM BREAKFAST, MY SPECIALTY!
FRENCH TOAST, BACON AND A FRIED EGG!

OH WELL.

I ALREADY KNEW WE DIDN'T HAVE COMPATIBLE SUN SIGNS.

IT NEVER WOULD HAVE WORKED OUT.

BUT HE HAD THE PRETTIEST EYES! HAS! HAD.

YOU MIGHT THINK IT'S KINDA STUPID TO HAVE KEPT HIM HERE THIS LONG, RIGHT?
ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING?
I CAN TELL HOW YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME.

BUT IT WAS KINDA NICE, IN A KOOKY SORTA WAY.

 SOME PRIVATE TIME FOR JUST HIM AND ME.

WE DIDN'T KNOW EACH OTHER VERY WELL YOU KNOW.

I TOLD HIM LOTS OF STUFF ABOUT MYSELF, PERSONAL STUFF.

WELL HE CAN'T TELL ANYONE!

AND DON'T WORRY, I DIDN'T TELL HIM ABOUT THAT.

OH WELL, GIVE ME THAT LIPSTICK WILL YOU?

I DON'T LIKE ANYONE TO SEE ME WITHOUT MY LIPSTICK.

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the Party

It all started in the usual way - alcohol, cigarettes, friends.  Gathering friends, hanging out.
      "I'm gonna get Fucked Up!"

And here are the drugs.  The last inhibitions float away, the party reaches for new heights. Oh, how much fun can we have?!









Experimentation.  Excess.  Ecstasy.

Invisibly the tone changes.  The friendliness dissipates into clouds of smelly, intoxicating smoke.


     "What do they want from me?"









Ensnare.  Excitable.  Evoke.

                                 The pitch climbs ever upward. 

 To heights seen and unseen.

  Acknowledgement is futile, how 

could you ever stop this train.  

Who has the straw/bill/pipe/light/etc.?  

  Personalities dissolve, faceless fun.

"Who are you again? Altho I don't really care! 

I just wanted to.."

Encircle.  Explosion.  Eruption.

Things happen so fast, sometimes you don't realize until it's over that something out of the ordinary has actually occurred.  No one intended it to happen.  That's not the point!  

Now we'll remember it with a hazy horror for the rest of our lives.

Eyeless.  Elusive.   Endless.




*thanks to Timmi Mikkel Harrop for the inspiration for "the Party" and for the "murder" pictures