Scotch Tape

And one day your standing on a street corner and without having to listen you hear each individual string rip, come undone, plucked apart except these are not your guitar strings and you cannot replace them. The scotch tape that binds her limbs can be pressed down many times but the truth is it has lost its adhesiveness. Now you are wondering if it was the strings you were hearing or just the noise that seems to derive from her throat- it is so alien. Have you ever heard her make that sound? Have you ever heard this noise before? Have you ever heard anything before now? It isn’t until a tear smashes the weight of its catalyst onto the pavement that you realize she is crying. Has she ever cried before? Have you ever heard it? Have you ever heard anything before now?