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Twin Prisoner Dilemma (Retrospective)
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2024-04-24
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***
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Viridi Bush, I wanna know
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what it's like under the snow,
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bark from dog's teeth half-ripped
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and surrounded by smeared shit
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and locked inside a haphazard cage
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until the very end of your days.
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Father tried to kill us both
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multiple times, or at least stunt our growth
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to keep us contained and manageable,
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and yet we've both managed to hold
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on just barely,
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to keep growing
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even if pitiful and slowly.
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I want to know if you recall
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the days before Father put up the walls
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around that section of the backyard
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to keep the dogs from running far,
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the days where I'd sit under a tree
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and spend the whole afternoon reading
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without so much as a care in the world.
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Now two steps make me want to hurl
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from the stench of piled-up feces,
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and I can't escape without alerting
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my mother by the sound of the garage
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that does not soon follow Father's entourage.
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I'd throw myself in harm's way for you, you know,
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if Father ever decided to reduce your existence to a hole.
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"This bush means too much to me to let
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you tear it down. I'd look out my bedroom window
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whenever caught in suicidal ideation's throes
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and think to myself, if *you* cut it down and yet it survived death,
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chose to survive
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and grow back and thrive,
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then maybe I,
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with hands and feet to crawl out of hell,
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can figure out a way to keep living as well."
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I wish I could take you along
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when I fulfill my promise to Luce and abscond
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from this sad place with my life and my works.
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Promise me I'll remain in your memories.
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I'll replant you in Sablade once Father has us both burned.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander |