butterfly man by STALE

Every time we stared into each other's eyes I felt a bliss that nothing to rival. We were destiny, a spark alight in the corner of a room full of possibilities none of which were yet visible. An unlikely love forged from understanding, compassion for someone despite their shortcomings.

No one looked at me like you did.
Every single day I sat by that window, a freak of nature that would terrify passersby and haunt children, a face stained with agony and falling apart day by day. But you never winced, never gagged or screamed, you smiled at me. You waved. Every single day.

Only the bus you awaited could take you from me, and it did so like clockwork. But I knew you would be back tomorrow.

But the bus shelter is gone now. You don't need to wait near me, nor do you need me at all. Never once did you come back and see how I was, see whether the reaper had given me what was promised at birth. And so it was and always will be.

I'm losing what little I had left in my mind, my body is failing, I am closer to a husk with every passing moment.

Why let the reaper take me? I can do it myself.

Regards.

Noise/Experimental
Brisbane
Australia