Kids. Bloody kids. Noisy kids. Those damn kids.
Envious old crones. peeling skins, flaking scalps. Remembering those times when they were young and noisy themselves.
Even that was distasteful.
Bitter-chocolates left too long in the fridge.
Bitter-gourds soaked in salt water
Bitter Bitter...
Porridge? Diapers. Hot wheels-wheels are not so hot anymore. Now.
Tomorrow? It's too far even for thought. Not to mention walk.
These legs, eyes, hands are all not so good anymore.
Not like they USE TO BE. Used, use to be. used.
Those crappy kids are so wet with tears, sweat, semen, blood.
Dust, dried twigs, memorbilias decayed.
Flesh-no longer fresh. Stalemate. stalemeat.
time? Forgotten and confused. plays hide and seek-- like missing spectacles.
HOw many years have it been? Or was it only a second ago?
Gasping for laugther. Leaking gas. Missing tooth, hand, eye?
A long fight. Tired days. Long hours. Moving shadows like disappearing
things, people, feelings, thoughts.