A rat scurries into the corner of the room, diving into its little home it's built without your noticing. You must burn down the building. Its life depends on you. You must end it. You scream. You weep. Stomp on it. Get the broom. Sweep it under the rug. The rug is brown. It started as white. It's tainted. Are you? Put the speaker on the stand. Face it against the wall. Play your favorite song. Shake the house down. Make a rat milkshake. Drink it. It doesn't taste good. Are you ok? Are we ok? Is this ok? What is ok? Am I crazy? Or are you just thinking so? Green eggs and ham live somewhere in you. Tiny children's books teach you how to count. One Bat, Two fish, three eyes, one on your forehead. Seeing something you can't. We made it up. I made this up. The rat stares you in the eyes, “I’m ugly, aren't I” it asks, “I smell bad”. “You do” I say, squeezing the trophy in my hand, “you smell awful”. “Why do I pray for you?” It says, I stare it it's black, devoid eyes. Why do I?

The waves crash on the side of the house. “It’s dark now” says the blue bird in the other room, “its high tide”. I run outside to save the house, a large hunting knife lands on the ground next to me. Oh how weird. The oceans are made of blood. I'm made of blood. A whale jumps out of the water in front of me. “Why are you here?” It doesn't respond. It’s raining. The man jumps off the cliff, ragdolls on his way down. Gruesome. I jump too. The sand hurts. The house is haunted. The bones have ants in them. I am an ant. “All the roots of the trees are connected at the root, let me show you” the tree floats up out of the ground, the tree next to it goes deep into the ground. It's dark out, I stand in the middle of the road, the woman comes up to me. She doesn't speak. She just wales.  

Her white dress flows in the wind, bitter and cold. She just cries, she mourns me. Her grief is unimaginable, who is she? My car looks like a spaceship, the woman in the passenger seat, I love her, she loves me, we kiss. I'm not looking at the road, I hit a deer, I'm on the ground bleeding out, I scream for help. She pulls out her shotgun and shoots me. Rest in peace. She mourns. The deer mourns. The rat mourns. The fish mourns. The eyes mourn. The bat mourns. The blue bird mourns. The man mourns. The trees mourn. The whale mourns. The sand mourns. I mourn. Oh beloved, what hurt you to become this?

-sky