“Scram.”
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” The violin bow smiled sweetly at the trumpet.
“I said, scram.”
The trumpet was glowering. It made a sweeping gesture round with its bell.
“This is an exclusive club—just for those of us who make music, and who like to get together and have a few civilised drinks after work. It’s not for any tatty chunk of wood that just happens to wander in off the street.”
The bow continued to smile. “I think you might be getting a little confused there. Bows do make music.”
“Oh, please.” The trumpet’s valve pistons qu
BPD
Just over two years ago we learned these letters
We had lived for thirty-four years
Held hostage
Love said but never shown
One mistake
Forgetting to pick up prescriptions
Leads to captive hours of screaming and guilt
“You don't care about me!
You must hate me to forget something so important!
If you loved me you'd remember!
I'd be important to you!”
So we sat at your knees, chained to you
We listened to your screams
We listened to you wish for your own death
We listened to your accusations
We listened to you explain why you are the way you are
But you never changed yourself
You isolated yourself
“But it's not my faul