Slowly numb

The way of the world is insane. With him climbing on top of the tree, shirt all torn up. Eyes always smiling, shining. Dancing around the bushes. It's never safe. An arm that wraps around your face. Flushed. Oozing desperation. But the smile is still there even though the branches cut up half his leg. Oozing red.



Siren he called her. Siren sure. She sucked it all out. Can not even hear the sobbing. But it was so loud, offensively bright. Lying in a ditch somewhere is better than sirens. Trust me on that. Red and golden is a lie. Venus is crying, staining the soil. The howling sound is smeared all across her face.