People Should Talk

Demons should not.

People should talk. 

 

If I had known how HE felt about me - even if nothing other than knowing had ever happened, I might have lived a life. 

 

My head was so filled with wrong information about every single thing in the world.  If I had known that HE looked at me with eyes nothing like my own - a view so completely opposite of everything I'd been taught about myself by everyone - and to have heard it from HIM, who I did not feel worthy to even look upon. 

 

If HE had said those words to me then that he says to me now - the shock - the total reversal of everything that existed - coming from HIM - it just might have been enough to reverse the flow of my soul.

 

When I hear those words now, I want to run full-speed ahead in the direction I could have gone.  Instead, I sit down and let the tears flow, because I know that I missed my life, like one misses a boat or a train.  There are no more of those things to catch. 

 

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I had to wait at Walmart to pick up a prescription for my son.  I had to wait for an hour, so I wandered around aimlessly.  People recognize the beast within me, and they give me a wide berth.  I went to look at shoes, and suddenly, I was in the baby aisle. 

 

I could see the people's faces, so full of joy!  I saw the tiny clothes on their hangers, and I knew that those clothes would be remembered forever in some mom or dad's mind.  I have a box or two of those clothes in my garage.  I know they hold no meaning for anyone but me, and even with that, it's bittersweet. 

 

My fatherless children, who might have stood a chance had they been motherless, too. 

 

My frozen memories - they were never quite real.  I put their small bodies inside of those clothes, but I put nothing inside of their hearts.  I did not want to put the foul stench of me inside their precious souls.  It managed to work it's way in, regardless. 

 

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The window blinds are broken and half the window is covered with a Christmas tablecloth.  It's been that way for years.  Abandoned, like the four-foot weeds that grow every spring and die every summer.  I've abandoned my life. 

 

He (not to be confused in any way with HE) believes his life is still up and running, and he's probably right. 

 

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People should talk.  Unless, of course, they're damaged beyond all description.  The ones who condemn children to hell.  The ones who beat the weaker ones with words, more deadly than fists or belts or swords. The ones who have studied the mind in order to learn the techniques of torture.  The ones whose words are like atom bombs, killing some quickly, while deforming generations to come.  The ones who take angels, implant them in demons, so the spirit of all angels die.  They should not talk. 

Reviews

[Joe Lilac]

No, they shouldn't talk...

[Emily B]

oh, wow! I have cold chills from reading this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of hidden story in these words. I agree we need more conversation. World had changed. Few people open up and have friendly conversations. Easy to become buried in pain and misery. I try to create conversation. People lost truth in human nature. We all need a kind word and a smile given. A excellent story. You gave me a lot to think about.
Coyote