I stand at the half wall in my balcony
The wind is cold and full of sadness and intrigue.
I watch my neighbors leave for church.
Their apartment doors locked fircely
Their face painted pretty.
I’ve seen them before like this..
A week ago.
The same time, different attire
But the same face.
The same apartment door.
The wind gets colder and sadder.
And the day is drowning in intrigue.
As the cold slowly seeped into my bones,
I thought about the universe and my place in it.
I thought about you.
There is something about it, a sensitivity.
It’s like one of those machines that can detect earthquakes tons of miles away..
But the earthquake was in me.
I am not here..
I faded on the wings of yesterday
I revelled in the mirth of my past..
I was the sin that ended my day..
I faded in that expectation
Of the end..
I saw the darkness long before I saw her.
It was reveling.
Some dark and untasteful yet lovely.
I never wanted anyone more in that sleepy second.
I became ephemeral
i feel like im fading
The world is now in shadowy existence
I am not real
At least not as real as the dead cigarettes on the table
Today is the 15th day of this horror
There will be a murder
Someone is knocking
I wonder who it is
As i wall to the day
I realize my legs have started falling off
As i turn the door knob
The winds rushes at my face
And behold she is there
The murderer. And i the murderee is looking at her..
This is the murder.
It had happened already..
This is just the story of how it did..