I collect people like canker sores in the mouth of a masochist. Raw-flesh, kept wet. And the blush of it turns white with how it can’t grow back over new. I build them up along my gums. Let them tear across the scarred, pink insides of my cheeks. Throat craving slow-crawl of saliva, copper-tinged. How many ulcers does it take to get to the center of my mouth? Wait. That’s not how that goes...but, then again, this narcissist wasn’t built in a day. And I only know how to write about me. It’s like searching for you in a me-stack...huh. Not sure about that one. I am eating myself alive because nothing else knows how to fill me. Ouroboros, self-devouring. I am diving into my own rib cage. Grave-digging my innards. Viscera-cemetery. Mausoleum-me. Maybe I can kill two relationships with one mental breakdown. Throw enough bodies into graves. Eventually something will stick. Damnit. Wrong again. And nothing stays buried anyway. Stop tonguing that ache. It’ll never heal.

What brings you to this poem today?

Is it inspiration for your own works?

Or curiosity for what I have to offer?

Or some else entirely?

If I were a better poet

I'd be able to make these lines rhyme

and find the words in enough time

to publish this while the challenge is still open.

Oh wait

I did rhyme.

Nice!

but that was an accident I swear.

Anyways,

There is nothing to see here reader

so bye-bye for now

and have a wonderful day!

I am supposed to break the fourth wall. Me. Not with a hammer, not with an explosive, not with a brilliantly written story, but with words. Me. Don't be confused. The writer. There's no pretense. Forget everything I just said, I can break the fourth wall with just one word.

"Hi".

You know, I can see you, right?

Yes, you.

The reader.

I can see you, even if you can't see me.

You know that, right?

You will like this post.

You will.

You will be to scared to not.

Remember, I can see you.

I can always see you, readers.

When you read something, you forge a near unbreakable bond with the writer.

I am the writer, as you knew.

I know you knew.

I know everything, unlike you.

I’ve been in love 4 times in my life.

My first was my wife,

I was 19 when my world changed.

I was to be a father,

I wondered if I would falter?

My next love was my ex fiancé.

She said I won’t cheat I’ll stay,

this was a lie,

I don’t know why I tried.

I lost her to an ex;

not because of the sex,

but because I wasn’t good enough.

I don’t know how I’ll ever love.

The third one was a beauty!

She was too good for me,

I just wasn’t good enough ,

how could I ever love.

She was the hottest of the three,

but she was too good for me.

My fourth love is the current,

she is the current under my bridge.

She said she’ll never cheat on me,

how am I to believe?

They all cheat on me,

Why would I believe.

I’m hanging on by a thread,

The rope,

the noose around my neck,

but I do believe,

she is my current that flows beneath my bridge.

Don’t let me fall! I don’t want to fall in love!

It happened before Tooz, and I had become parents to Bird. I was 27, when Bird came.

The story, it happened while I still lived in the one bedroom apartment , with the windows; that I had named “The House Of Hopes And Dreams”.

I was still , just , a girl then . It was the year I never turned 26, ten years ago.

It was March, my luckiest month every year. It was warm unexpectedly . I ran around that week wearing rainbow knee socks , Devil horns, and Angel wings. I hid in the book store, reading Kahlil Gibran; behind shelves , imagining everyone was looking for me .

Tooz had said ,

“ Keeks! Let’s go to the skate park at 6 pm. I’ll meet you there.”

Or, maybe I had told him ...

I was almost ready to leave , when magnanimous rain clouds rolled into the valley. The windows in my apartment were flung open. I stood in the front room gawking out the large picture window. I stared South , across the Salt Lake City Valley. The wind blew in from the windows of every room . I twirled around , as many times as I needed , through the chilled air. I looked at the clock, it was 5:45

I slipped under the covers of my bed, to feel the cool fresh sheets , for just one minute, before slipping on my shoes to leave . I closed my eyes.

I decided I had better call Tooz. I would probably be late. It was 5:50 . He picked up the call,

“ Hi Keeks!”

I told him I would be late, but not too late .

He told me that I was already late , 24 hours late . I did not believe him , but it was true .

I had slept for exactly 24 hours.

It went by , like the blink of an eye.

I fell back onto my bed, and remembered the dream I had .

. . .

I fell hard , and cold , frozen cold, to the ground running . My lungs burned fiercely , as I began to breathe heavily . It hurt every inch of me , as I began to warm . The heat from my skin hit the dawn air, in a cloud surrounding me. I fell to my knees . I recognized my hands first. The skin was torn , I examined my nail beds . The sight of my own hands moved me into tears. I clawed deep into the earth ; uprooting the grass , to prove I could, and that it would .

I was lying , staring up at the sky. Every part of me was alive. It was a painful awakening. I knew I was not far from my parent’s home , where I grew up. I could locate from the familiar ridge of mountain rock , under the pink sky.

I was in the gully , at the base of the canyon . I stood to cast a sight around at where I was exactly.

The only familiar sight was the curve of the canyon going South . There was no freeway left . The canyon was no longer what it had been , and from 2 miles away I watched as heavy black water viciously tumbled uneven rocky terrain down, down , down, into a deep crack into the earth...

I grew sad, and a memory led me back the way I had come , over to a fenced area . I stood looking down , down , down , into a man built machine inside of the largest part of deep crevice . It was the hydraulic lift system , to the center of the Earth.

I dropped to my knees in horrifying recognition .This was the after . I knew only the plans of before .

A serious face grew on me , from the heaviness of the misunderstood areas in between myself , and this great machine . I noticed a strange sign . I read the map itemized upon it . I thought of God , and I thought of the men who died to keep this machine a secret . I relived conversations from before , when a map of the way into the core was the dream of many men . I relived the many plots drawn , and hidden . The designing of the build of each sector of equipment remained a coveted secret , from all that I could remember .

I remembered him young , and full of genius. I scanned the sign for his name . The name was listed , next to an assigned route on the map. He was 7 layers in, 3 years down into the Earth beneath . I thought of God . My breath was taken , I walked away with a tremble from my own core rising.

I was stunned , but aware of my surroundings from ingrained memory . I headed South, up out of the overgrown gully . The Salt Lake Valley had been destroyed completely North from the gully; wretched water surged in place of the highways . I remembered down to the horizon of the Western mountains. I felt an aching responsibility to remember , and only remember. I was determined not to waste the memory of what once was in displacement along with fear of losing more ground, or fear of ground lost.

My Daughter was where I would travel towards , until I found her. I watched East, out into the remaining homes left on the hill. I believed my parents home was still safe. I knew my Daughter would be with them . I knew nothing of my time since . I only knew to trust that I would find her . Her father was 3 years down inside of the Earth.

I traveled East once I hit the main road , it led past familiar old stone homes . I remembered friends lived all together on the corner , the home still stood . I passed by glad, yet unavailable . I first saw the plans of the network in one of the upstairs rooms , many years ago, under candle light , in that same home.

I knew what had happened. I knew the plans had become the way, and that the way was not overturned . The revolution had succeeded .

I remembered the will , the young pride , the outcast rebel nation. I knew not where I stood then , and I knew not where I stood inside of the new arrival . I felt I had been held inside of a fast moving current , high above the Earth, sleeping for ages . I knew no truth to that picture of existence, but I knew not how to break from it either.

I wandered along , past the old schoolyard. A large, black iron fence had been built around the property. I walked into the yard . I sat on a swing that I had sat on many times since my youth. I remembered being 13 , and doing swing acrobatic tricks ,with my best friend. She was much better at flips , and twirls, than I. I would turn upside down . We would hang , staring down the hill into the Western horizon . We would squint our eyes, and pretend we were staring into the ocean , somewhere in California . That imagery was tragic , as the valley waded steeply into more water than seemed possible of any ocean .

I moved on, from off the swing , and down the road that led back to my parent’s home. Another large fence with a cage had been built against the large property. It rested against the mountain wall. Boulders had been wired in place too. I remembered the property, and the old woman who owned it. I scoured the garden for her garden hat , but she was no where to be found.

All of the homes outgrew my memory . Many fences , and gates , many remodels . Large grand entrances fixed a delusion of the Hollywood style ideals of mansions , white and lit beneath glass paneled fixtures. I grew far away in my dreamlike acceptance of the strange pseudo familiars .

A large dirt field was all that remained of the church, one block away from my child hood home. I heard a nearby waterway , I walked beside it . It was hidden , it ran the width of the entire missing area of four blocks , down what was once the steepest road in the mountain cove , Jupiter Drive. It was all gone , the road , the church, the homes . My heart began racing as my parent’s home came into view. I found steps in place of the street gutter, and a water feature , unfamiliar to me, in the front of the home. It had been painted grey , and the front doors stood two stories tall. My fears that the house had been sold confronted me . I walked the stepping stones up to the door. A large chime set off. No foot steps came . I pressed my dirty hands against the window wall of the door frame. I saw no one .

I sat down and cried . I had fully expected to find my mother . I had so much believed the sound of my daughters voice would be greeting me. I broke, for only a second , because I knew to break would be unrecoverable .

I wandered to the entrance of the small canyon , only twenty minutes walk away. I decided it would still be a Government owned area if it was still standing . I would find a ranger . I would be safe.

I led myself out onto the great trail , I had walked it so many times . I sat to catch the sun on my skin , at a clearing where once a large grand tree stood . Only a hollow stump remained . I sat square upon it. I looked down into it , and the entire universe stared back at me. Stars swirled among purple , and orange dust . The cosmos were much closer than the night sky had ever provided .

I heard my young daughters voice laughing. I cried happy tears , feeling close to her. As I lulled into the illusion many insects began to crawl out of the stump. They were the only friends I knew. I watched the bugs crawl curiously up my legs , my clothes , my arms. Many bugs of every kind . I cried happy tears . I sat allowing myself to be happy, for the first time again. I laughed with my young daughters voice .

A crack, with a boom , pulled me from my mind. I stood up , and ran to the ridge . I overlooked the valley . Fireworks, in the valley, far west . Many planes were circling the flat area directly underneath.

I held a jolt of memory... The last day of the world . A large celebration would be held , if I was looking at it , it meant that I had not arrived . I was late.

I was so glad the the school day was over. It wasn’t that I didn’t like school; actually, I loved it. But when one has a person clinging to him like an exuberant child every single day, he gets exasperated quite easily. Kazuki is eighteen like me, a fourth year in high school. By now I had expected that he would grow up, but he seems to be an exception… a very odd exception indeed.

The familiar erratic patter of quick footsteps echoed down the stairs I had just descended. Without looking back, I scurried away from the sound, ducking and twisting through the crowd of students, just managing to remove myself from his line of vision behind a conveniently planted bush. Silently, I prayed he’d pass by the bush and fail to find me.

“Yuriiiii! Don’t leave me behiiiiind!”

I cursed under my breath. He had spotted me. I mentally tallied up the all the possible Yuri’s he could be thinking of. If it was me, I had to think quickly of a good excuse for why I was squatting behind a bush, each option more embarrassing than the former.

My moment was gone too soon. Kazuki’s head popped up over the bush. I slowly got to my feet and brushed twigs off my skirt, hoping to heaven he wouldn’t ask for an explanation.

“Yuri! What were you doing behind that bush?” he asked, his face genuinely puzzled.

“Oh, I was just—I don’t know. Looking for something?” I cringed as I knew my last comment sound almost like a question.

“Right. Looking for something,” he repeated. “Okay.”

“By the way, Kazuki, weren’t you supposed to be heading off the other direction to meet up with your brother? I’m sure he’s waiting for you.”

He looked a bit hurt after hearing my statement.

“You sounded as if you didn’t want me to be around.”

“No! I’m sorry, I—”

His face brightened as quickly as it had fallen.

“Aww, thank you, Yuri! I really appreciate that you’re letting me stay. You’ll let me walk with you too, right? ” He flashed his pleading smile at me.

I sighed. Another day of babysitting, watching him get distracted, watching him do stupid things. Last week he had decided that it would be fun to chase a butterfly through the streets. Needless to say, he turned many heads. And never caught the butterfly. I hoped that that scenario would not be repeated.

“Fine. Just don’t get too distracted, okay? Focus, please.”

He nodded importantly and I rolled my eyes. I would be in luck if he even managed to find his own home without getting lost or injured.

It wasn’t long before Kazuki forgot his promise. I was hoping to enjoy a peaceful late summer walk through the park with my mind free to wander amidst the many thoughts swarming about, but this green-haired child simply would not let me. To my surprise, he was walking as though his mind was far away, not noticing that he was frequently bumping my shoulder. It was starting to get annoying, and it was startling to see him apart from his usual bubbly self. His expression was tense, pensive.

“Kazuki, is something bothering you?”

The expression melted into one of bittersweet pain, barely masked by a weak smile.

“No. Nothing at all. Nothing important. Nothing that matters, not anymore...” His voice trailed off.

“What do you mean by that? You looked like you were really worried about something.”

He gave a soft, sad chuckle. “No, Yuri. I promise you, everything’s okay. It’s nothing you have to worry about.”

“So there is something. Kazuki, you can tell me. Even if it’s not something I’ll understand, it can really help just to get it off your chest.”

Kazuki’s brow furrowed and he bit his lip, sucking in a sharp breath. He almost seemed to be in physical pain.

“I—can’t—tell you,” he forced out. “It’s already—ugh!”

My worry intensified. This seriously was not normal behaviour for this guy.

“Let’s sit down,” I suggested, leading him gently to a bench.

“No, no, please. It won’t stop. IT WON’T STOP! There must be some way to escape this. Escape, yes. Escape...” His sudden outburst was followed by unintelligible muttering. Slumped on the bench with his face in his hands, he suddenly seemed very small and helpless.

“Escape what? I don’t understand. Please, let me help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Yuri. That’s all I can tell you. It’s just… it’s too much. Somewhere I heard that there is always a way to change—never mind. It hurts, and I can’t stop any of it.”

“What hurts? Are you sick? Or is it something else?”

“I’m not sick. This was never about me in the first place, was it? It’s all just some caustic joke. I’m just some joke. Think about it. When you wade deeper into the sea of time, you drown. I suppose that’s just the way of things, right?”

I was stunned. I opened my mouth and shut it again. Gently reaching in and removing his hands from his eyes and unfurling his clenched fingers, I slipped my hands into his own. The right words simply were not coming.

“Kazuki… I don’t understand how you’re feeling right now. I just know you’re in a lot of pain, and maybe I haven’t been seeing it until now. If that is the truth, I am so terribly sorry for causing you this. But I won’t let you drown. You will not drown.”

He raised his head to look at me, eyes glistening.

“I told you, it’s not about me. But I still can’t stop it. It’s already too late.”

Suddenly, Kazuki let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. I could smell the fragrant scent of his shampoo wafting from his messy hair. It brought back many memories, not all fond, but nonetheless, powerful. Slowly, I returned the gesture.

A small smile graced his lips, and he whispered, “Thank you for all that you’ve done for me, Yuri. You are more to me than you could ever imagine. I don’t want to go, I really don’t. But I have no choice, and must leave you now.”

He gulped again, barely holding back his tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I want to do what I can to help you.”

Kazuki reluctantly loosened his grip and stepped back. “Then you can start by forgetting me,” he said firmly.

“What? I can’t just forget you!”

“I have already stayed too long. Goodbye, Yuri.” With a final squeeze of my hand, he turned and headed back the way we had come.

I was frozen in space, trying to process what had just happened. As Kazuki disappeared from view, I felt a little jab in my heart. Why did his goodbye seem so permanent?

The next morning flew by in a daze. Everything seemed so grey, as if the world was fraying and falling apart at the edges. My brain felt fuzzy too, and try as I would, I couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling. Almost like I was missing something desperately important… No, it couldn’t be. Yesterday’s events must be catching up to me, I suppose.

I decided to get a breath of fresh air to help clear my thoughts. I slipped on a warm sweater and stepped outside into the frosty morning. My breath formed an icy little cloud in front of me as I looked out upon the familiar scape of my neighborhood. I shuddered a bit, wishing that it were a bit warmer. If it were warmer, perhaps the birds would be out to sing. Oddly enough, there was no birdsong to be heard. Not one twitter, not one chirp. Everything was too still, too quiet. I sighed. All I was doing out here was catching a cold.

Suddenly a dart of movement caught my eye. It was a butterfly, not a verdigris one like the one Kazuki had been chasing, but one of an alabaster sheen. I watched it flutter erratically before shakily choosing its destination—my shoulder. Its slender antennae bounced gently as if tossed by a gentle breeze and its big black eyes shone inquisitively. I reached up hesitantly to brush its delicate wings. The moment my fingertip brushed the butterfly’s wing, the lovely insect dissipated into white sand. I jerked my hand back in surprise, watching the sand trickle through my fingers.

What on earth had just happened? I felt a chill go down my spine, almost as if someone hidden were watching me.

The butterfly couldn’t have been a coincidence. Something felt terribly wrong about today.

“Kazuki… I think I’ll check on him,” I said to nobody in particular.

When I arrived at Kazuki’s house, the driveway was empty.

“I guess his parents aren’t home,” I thought.

Stepping up to to the front door, I knocked lightly. There was no answer. After knocking and waiting for five minutes, I felt quite ridiculous. Maybe I shouldn’t have come after all. However, the uneasy feeling of urgency increased. I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, and quietly turned it. I was surprised that the door was unlocked.

When I peered into the doorway, my heart dropped and a chill passed through my whole body. In the center of the room was a noose, hung from the ceiling fan. A fallen chair marred the smooth view of what should be like a dismal ornament. But there was no body. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I had to lean against the bleak white wall to steady myself.

A soft rustle from upstairs snapped me out of my shocked trance. Silently I ascended the steps, hopeful yet afraid of what I might see. The rustling came again from the room I assumed was Kazuki’s due to the posters taped to the door. I pushed open the half open door…

and promptly covered my mouth. Kazuki was leaned against his bed, a brilliant navy blue jacket coat covered in ornate silver stitchery and buttons draped over his shoulders. If it weren’t for his vacant expression and the rope burn on his neck, he appeared to be ready to play his favourite setlist. Next to him sat his brother Kaage, who was watching me passively. I’d rarely seen his brother, as he preferred to keep to himself. His eyes bore dark rims and his black hair formed greasy strands that hung in his eyes. An empty bottle of pills lay just out of his reach.

“I thought he would want to be wearing his favourite outfit for his last bit of time. All that’s left to do now is wait,” Kaage whispered.

“Kaage, no. I’ll get help. What happened?”

I knelt and pulled out my phone, ready to dial the emergency number.

Kaage reached out and snatched the phone out of my hand, throwing it against the wall.

“It’s too late. Don’t call anyone. I will stay by my brother’s side, forever,” he insisted, forcefully.

Ignoring Kaage’s request, I picked up my phone from the other side of the room. No matter what buttons I pressed, it wouldn’t turn on. Surely there was another phone in this house. I started to get up.

“Don’t bother. I made sure to disable all communications. My brother needs me. I need him. I don’t know if you know, but our parents have not been on good terms at all, and for the longest time were considering a divorce. This morning—it was so unexpected—they told us that they would be attending a counseling session and getting help for that which they could not resolve on their own. I was hopeful for once, but Kazuki was angry, which I suppose I can understand. He made some accusations, and they parted ways. Not long after they had left, a friend of the family notified Kazuki and I that… that there had been a fatal accident.”

The grief was evident in his dull eyes and his voice grew noticeably weaker. “Kazuki and I both retreated to our rooms. I tried to be there for him, but he wanted space. I stayed out of his way… but I shouldn’t have; I should have been there! Now you see what I have done. I have failed so much, and now this is a fitting punishment. Or perhaps it is a blessing, that none of our family will live to be in lifelong pain.”

A small smile graced his lips.

Tears began to fill my eyes.

“I had no idea, Kaage, I had no idea. Kazuki had never told me any of this. He always seemed so cheerful around me, I would never have guessed. That is, not until yesterday. Yesterday, he acted rather strange, and I was startled, but didn’t let it sway me from my course. If only I had cared less about myself, and been a better… a better friend. It’s not your fault, Kaage, it’s mine. I could have stopped him. I should have realized how he was feeling, how much he hurt.”

Kaage shook his head in defeat. “What’s done is done, and there is no turning back. Fault doesn’t even matter anymore. My brother, my twin, my best friend, is never coming back. And neither am I.” He peered at me curiously. “You said you spoke with him yesterday? Kazuki told me about you. He wrote something yesterday that he told me to give to you when I saw you. You are Yuri, correct? He really cared about you.”

“Kazuki—he talked about me?” I didn’t realize that others cared enough to talk about me.

Kaage nodded and wordlessly handed my a simple handwritten note.

I unfolded it, and frowned in confusion.

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“I don’t understand the meaning of this. What on earth was Kazuki thinking? Kaage, do you know anything about—Kaage? Oh no...”

Kaage had joined his brother in eternal slumber. Unlike his brother, he still looked quite alive, though I felt the absence of his heartbeat. His head rested on Kazuki’s shoulder.

“Together to the end, huh?” I whispered, numbly, unable to believe anything that had happened.

“How did this happen? So much tragedy all in one day. It’s not real. It can’t be real. It’s too much of a coincidence, like an unsavoury plot twist gone south.”

I chuckled darkly; I could feel the hidden terror building inside of me.

“This isn’t real, is it? I’m just dreaming in a world of death and destruction. I’ll wake up soon to see a brighter day. We all will. I’ll find a way out of this nightmare.”

I waited and tried to force myself to wake up, but no matter the amount of pinching and struggling, the same images remained before my eyes.

“No, no, no, no! I have to be dreaming. But I’m not. Maybe I won’t be real either when this all ends.

I’ll just disappear like Kazuki, Kaage, and their parents. But I can’t disappear. This world in all its cruelty won’t let me. What is this world? Are we all just subject to its whims, stripped of free will? Is our free will just an illusion? What is reality, if there is no freedom and nothing is real? There is no purpose, NOTHING LEFT NOW!”

My sudden outburst surprised me. “Whatever Kazuki wanted to tell me, I hope it will help me, give me even a tiny taste of understanding.”

I looked over the note in my hand once again. “Please. I don’t know what to do anymore. I know I can’t do it on my own. But maybe, if I play into the hands of fate, which I’m not even sure I believe in anymore, we can do this together, if that’s my only choice. Help me find true reality.”