because so many people have asked for it~
I bought a bird that repeats what I say, but I’m lonely is all that he’s heard.
Baby Shoes by Bad Books
Graveyard Home
Thin drapes glowed a dirty yellow in the morning light of her second floor apartment room. They moved gently to the breathing of the room. The television a steady buzz snowing in their ear drums. Just audible enough to fill the emptiness of their state.
The room was stale. Only two pieces of furniture were there, a couch and a TV. A boy sprawled across the floor, a magazine tossed just out of his reach. Another boy lounging on the couch surfing through channels. They had gotten rid of a lot of Jennifer’s old things. The apartment was hers after all, and there was next to nothing there anymore.
She died months ago. All that was left was her scent pasted to the air. A mix of cat piss slowly adding itself to the waft. The cats took over quickly and there was almost nothing left to remember of Jennifer. Her furniture was turned into dollar bills, her scent transformed into an unappealing hiss.
The boy on the couch checked his watch. “It’s time to go. Grab the TV and put it up here.” He flipped his legs up and patted the couch indicating where he wanted the television. He pulled a rope out from under the couch and began strapping the television to the cushions. The two then got on either side and began lugging the items out the door.
They carried the “telecouch” to their old black Toyota. From the bed, they pulled out hammers, nails and wheels. They soon hammered the wheels to the telecouch and got it rolling through the street. The main road sloped downhill and the two planned to ride the telecouch to the woods. The woods wasn’t exactly a forest, however. There was a small dirt path through some shrubbery and trees to a clearing composed mostly of dirt and weak patches of grass.
This clearing was designated an unspoken grave by the people of this town. A grave empty of bodies, but instead full of memories of those who have passed. The clearing was furnished. It was a maze of rooms people appointed to their lost souls. Planks of their Deceased’s old floors propped up creating walls, photos hung on said walls, tables accompanied by old telephones, empty vases, and lamps. A ghost town. Perfectly livable. Reserved for the deceased.
It was customary to knock on the wooden gate before entering the yard. If there was one thing that angered the dead, it was treating them like they weren’t alive. The two boys continued through the gate and into the home. Nobody really knew how many makeshift rooms there now were, it was hard to count without getting lost. Most only knew how to reach the room they built.
The two boys walked to their parents room.
Jennifer arrived in their town at 18, just released from foster care. She had nobody else. Nobody of her own. The two added her to the set. They could feel her loneliness. It hovered there though she once belonged to them. Now, she belongs to the dark.
I Begged You Everything by The Bad Books
Tickets purchased. Andy, you always melt my heart.
