27th November 2033.8:30 pm
Ravi is unaware that Shanti has poisoned the greens, he attempts to construct an apology, but chokes on a carrot and dies before he can find the words, or give Shanti the satisfaction. Carrots are assholes.
Baby, don't you know that I want you...
Don't you know that I’ve needed you so,
but I just feel like I don't owe you.
So won’t you kill me now,
before your candle lit charade,
shackles up nerve again,
and sinks its teeth into my brain.
Would it kill you to bat an eyelid?
‘Cos it kills me to admit,
that I’m a shrunken little coward,
and you're a conceited little bitch.
You're just sitting there colder than your china.
I’m just sitting here trapped underwater.
Crying out to heaven, for a shock of lightning.
I'm waiting to surrender, but you're waiting for the rapture.
And it simmers, from a whisper to a scream.
What use is an apology? When there ain’t no time for a reprieve.
The clock hand lumbers up closer to midnight,
but there's no sign of no Jesus shaped light.
And suddenly, I find my lungs are seizing.
Foamin up in the mouth, and my heart stops beating.
And I realize that you're not reacting.
But a tear breaks free, when you reach for the greens.
(And it’s not easy, when you’re on the wrong side of the glass.)
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