In the end they all become cardboard cut outs. The main character of a film from a few years back. Someone you used to kiss with your eyes closed.
grabbing both sides of the string, fingers turning blue
plucking out the leftovers
he didn’t brush
tasting like the insides of a dead pig
and onions growing legs.
if they fell out he’d buy new ones,
Don’t spell it out,
don’t bother me.
I want to stay in my garbage bag
full of chocolate sauce
I like grinding up my soul
like some sort of meat
to put in a fast food burger.
they are scratching outside with chalk
dry dust in cracked palms
with wet gloves
stuck to the pavement.
she tried to close her eyes
but there was a black circle in her sockets
with a shivering fingernail
"Our lives and our choices, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Yesterday my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Fear, belief, love, phenomena that determined the course of our lives. These forces begin long before we are born and continue long after we perish. Yesterday, I believe I would have never have done what I did today. I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?"
Cloud Atlas, Movie Quote