On the Mortality of Kingdoms

When kingdoms crumble, it’s not much like glass. It’s more like the house on your street with the grass growing long – they retreat into hidden rooms, gone from the outside (though at night, there’s one tv on). When kingdoms break, it is not much like bones. Not like a hard thing shattered on stones. More like they look up to find they’re alone – that the party has ended, the kids all went home a drink and a smoke and one more drink ago. All that they wanted – all anyone wants is – attention without a hidden agenda. When it happens, my kingdom collapses like Jenga – you said you were sorry, kissed my cheek, and then left me.


~ by perfectionatrix on June 2, 2012.

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