In the Barn

Midnight splinters litter the ground. They don’t seem to care anymore. We all bore the pain. You too. But you just don’t remember. Monster’s teeth bit into your sole. A pair of loafers reminded you of the cost. You don’t remember the sangria tainting the porcelain’s canvas.

I’d wipe it off.

Home isn’t home now that your gone. It’s just me and the pigs. Black, White, and Pink.

But you get to see a rainbow.

No color doesn’t exist. Monotone monotony. It’s really my life.

I don’t eat, I devour.

I don’t smell, I snort.

I don’t cry, I squeal.