VACANT BLOSSOMS

Blanketed in cherry blossoms until whence her mind shuttered.

A bow in unison as the mirth was drained from the opal beauty leaving fodder and a wilted essence by the wayside. But the unyielding essence subsided. And so too did the mask, and left it was the sharp and mucky stare of someone who had seen the bottom.

It was an earshot from whimsical but a stones throw to insanity as the idea had crystallised only hours before.

And as the mist shrouded my face in the shower I could procure only one singular thought. What of the Long winded days of idle torture accompanied only by my mind and the empty walls that surrounded? But hope upon stupidity did I jump to grab the rope and pull myself from the misery. To be unearthed from the bottomless black labyrinth and thrust into a strangely novel place.

So follow I did to the other side a suggestion from the group of parrots dying in symphony. To treat myself at a quaint little restaurant on the other side of town.

I was seduced by the table far in the back. A place where I could gaze at the other collections of matter but be observed only by the dimly lit candle and the strange mystic that existed in the fabric.

But today was judgment unbecoming of my might. A truly ironic giggle from the singularity as I watched her walk in.

She was Blanketed in cherry blossoms but cloaked in suspicion as her mind had found a similar fate. And with her insanity and stories untold the woman unearthed from underneath her robe an automatic death machine to which she didn’t discriminate.

Bullets emerged from the darkness and painted the walls. The skulls. The idle chests and wayward glasses filled of water. Tiny explosions dancing around my head. A concerto to the mind.

Until soon my quaint little table was greeted too by this fate left for me.

I forgot to leave a tip. And this amongst few others was some of my final thoughts. Thoughts I could see as blue and red lights lit up the skies through wind of this quaint shop.

But just after I watched red confetti cleanse the air. And bodies lay about and just before I could officially depart.

I couldn’t help but think. I do miss it. My comforting insanity. The long winded days of idle torture accompanied only by my mind and the empty walls that surrounded it. And now, the vacant blossoms that lulled me to sleep.