i watch amazing people suffer everyday.
it sometimes appears a beautiful dance, back gracefully contorted, heavy footfalls offset by a weary smile.
they make it look easy, blurring the line between daredevil and defeat; laughing a little louder to drown out the rush of blood in the ears,
the shriek of a crack deepening in its armor. invincible, with god, as if god understands.
and maybe he does. maybe when she lays her weary bones on the newly soiled sheets nesting in her bed and asks god how much longer,
when the bright face of his daughter blurs and he wonders at the taste of gunmetal and asks for a distraction,
when she wants to know if the red in her veins is as deep as the red at the end of her brush,
when we tearfully ask if there is a heaven for creeps and weirdos and the unloved,
when we just need one fucking reason to stay,
maybe there is a good reason for the silence given as answer.
and as they twirl through it all, boring holes into the belly of the stage, we watch, captive and silent til they are out of sight
and we are left to rummage through our own questions,
ticket stubs tucked away in our back pockets.
i stole this first line from @ProfessorBLove.