soul kidz

there were these kidz

they crawled up through all the terrible places in the earth

trash cans

and broken tombstones

they were dirty and blind

and every awful thing imaginable had happened to them

but each one smiled

minus five

these five set fire to things

and mocked strangers passing by

soon three were dead

the other two cried

because those three souls didn’t know where to go

so they lingered

and made everything cold

one night they held hands to help the other cross a bridge

their fingers never unwound

four days later an apple tree made them smile

but one soul wrapped itself around the trunk and buried its legs in the roots

the leaves died and the branches twisted angrily

plunged deep in the soil and tore every house out of its melancholy ground

but the moon came back and turned its branches to ash

leaving a wide hollow trunk for the kidz to sleep in

they slept for fifty days

there.

and when they left, an orchard had grown

an apple orchard, conveniently.

the two souls and themselves took a boat to the other end of the world

one soul fell into the salty ocean along the way

whirlpool hurricane thunderstorm lightning crash pouring rain disaster wreck

then it was sunny and the kidz had clean skin

they could decipher outlines now, but nothing was distinct

their boat was gone and only one soul kept the air too chilly

so they swam their way there

he dragged her to the shore and lay quiet

her eyes opened so she picked his broken body up and carried him through a cave

the rain beat on and the last soul settled in his veins

an infection

but she could see colors now and liked his cold hands too much

so she wrote their separate stories on his bare skin while he refused to wake

when she cut a hole in the top of the cave, the rain drowned him and sucked The Last Soul out of his blood

the ink on his skin swirled together, staining it permanently

some leaked into his closed eyes so everything he saw was bright vast beautiful scary real fake alone surrounded solid

then every good thing imaginable happened to them

and they built a million houses above cliffs and trees

to live in a paper mansion underground.

 

i followed.

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Author's Note

lmao
i wrote this for my boyfriend after he called me a bitch.
romantic, i know.
i notice it doesn't flow well, but once i edit, it should seem a lot less jagged.