Verbs

their blue eyes gaze out the window

the cold air is stinging the gas flame blue

 

but they still don't blink

sometimes you have to keep looking

to finally understand the point.

 

the chill in the air doubles as they sit in their chairs

he puts his hand over her's;

skin so dry you can almost hear

the act of comfort.

she doesn't turn to him or blink

but whispers forward:

"i wish i had her cheekbones."

 

the window frames the gray field outside

dead dead grass grass

the two sets of blues watch the scene unfold:

their father

wool suit and all - pinstripe tie

the fabric around his shoulder wrinkles

as his fist cracks her nose.

 

"at least she gave us the arched eyebrows."

 

bruised ribs.

fractured clavicle.

a dislocated madible.

 

the shine of his shoes fades

as his heels get muddy

muffled obsentities can be heard

from their father's throat to mother's ears

mother to grass.

mother to grass.

 

they sit in their partnered chairs

and gaze through the painting,

the scene unfolding through the 
window (picture) frame.

 

"remember when she took us to pick blueberries?" he says

and his hand gets dryer.

 

the mud soaks into their father's socks

like magic marker on wet paper.

the blood soaks into mother's white night gown.

look at the ink blot - what do you see?

 

sometimes you have to keep looking

to finally understand the point.

 

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

s'nice. some of this reminded me of this pretty awesome PSA: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctoZbeD-GlY

watch it, love it.

[Thunderlyrics]

Very vivid picture painted here. Well done!