Imagine

I try to get your attention. So please, thanks and thank you.

But,
You really don’t have to be this kind. To withdraw your funds – to be declined.
You really don’t have to be this bleak. To point your gun – to kiss my cheek.
You really don’t have to be in pain. To tease out your answers – you coined this game.
You really don’t have to hate my smirk. To play in your henhouse to have it burnt.

Now watches tick to the silent crowd. These sluggish shadows that stare me down.
Whispers and snickers that’ll never be heard. Play havoc on the imagination.
Unpleasant.
Undeserved.

So I sit. On a wooden stage.
Looking upon these empty bleaches pondering my ancient future – I see beaches of shattered glass.
I see oceans of roaring waves. I see shipwrecks torn in half.

And I chuckle to myself. Just to imagine;

“What a beautiful day.”