+& To Watch Her Shatter
Her world was filled with high heels and private jets,
but her heart was as empty as the skies she flew through.
This girl taught me to love.
She used to ask me why I did not love. I never would reply, and not because I didn't, but because I couldn't look at her without my breathe entirely stopping. Her domino skin set off the fireworks in her eyes and her smile made my heart dance. I simply walked away every time.
She was the only one who spoon fed me truth. Her kitchen was full of sugar coated lies and presents. The shelves had always looked like Christmas morning to me, but I never did see her give any away except for one. As I opened it she crumbled and fell to the floor. Her skin ripped open along wit the wrapping paper that sang of lullabies of empty wine bottles of an addict as it ripped. Her hair fell as I took off the bow until she was just bones lying on the floor.
And I could see them shatter.
I stood unwrapping for her sake, really. She was only skin and bones, no blood to make her full. The girl that asked me why I was empty was empty herself. "You need to open it..." she whispered as she fingered her ribs, which locked in a single sparrow. As I lifted the lid off of the box, I could see her bones piecing themselves together. A heart wrapped in velvet lie in my hands. It was hers.
As she got up I could hear the yellow sparrow flapping in her lungs. She put her hand in my hair,
"My mom buys me one hundred dollar shorts just so I wont wear what i want."
I looked at my hands and a number one appeared on my palm.
Months went by. I passed her in the hall and ran to the bathroom crying. My stomach shook and I was positive the earth was ending. I leaned over to scream, but instead threw up butterflies. and at once, I no longer felt fluttering.
"My favorite song on my iPod is ten thousand cicadas singing."
49...My right palm was almost entirely full. I became convinced I had ink poisoning, and I never realized I could breathe.
She dragged me to an open field one day at sunrise. With only morning berry pickers and farmers to see, we stood on hay stacks entirely naked for the world.
I had never felt so free.
I awoke today to find her sitting with a new present on my floor. As I opened it this time she did not break, but love slowly filled the empty crevices of her body. When i took off the bow a yellow sparrow flew out of the box.
"I'm finally free."
And the number one hundred appeared on my left palm.
-Kathryn Alive Hayes.
100% mine.
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