You cried like nothing I’d ever seen before
Salt crusted around your irritated tear ducts
I watched your vision blur,
but the prismatic blue spheres behind your swollen eyelids
could not project your own fish eyed view over mine
You were born with confused and shifted organs, an anomaly
I walked forwards as you stumbled backwards over your own confused feet
You swallowed your thoughts and let them sink into your stomach
I left my brain in my head and my heart in my chest
and captured pointed syllables in a net
In my make-believe world,
you were an infant without your favorite toy
In your make-believe world,
there were no infants and the sky was tinted red
When your organs grew tired of tripping over themselves
and aligned to heal the scrapes and bruises,
we danced behind blue velvet
On your toes you were blissful
But parting curtains pursed your lips together and glued them shut
And your limbs grew sore and once again forgot their worth
Reclined in polished wood and nails you glowed, artificial
In yesterday’s skin you were a bruised vegetable
Poised carefully on silk you became ripe,
painted over like icing on a wedding cake
Like never before, you were surrounded by flowers
to capture the salt dripping onto your chest,
this time not your own
This last time the waterfalls were not your own
I held my breath and tried to grasp the air between my fingertips
The wind could not be caught and pushed back into you
Continuous air expelled from living mouths,
travelled in and out and in and out of living lungs
Your make-believe world was a candle that had flickered and gone out
In my make-believe world I was tired,
gasping for breaths through empty space once inhabited
The air tasted impossibly different
