there is no beauty in humanity.
there is no beauty in me. beauty is the ugly.
blessed are the monsters. hallucinations across the kitchen walls.
my grandma talks to her friends. my grandma talks to the friends that she draws on the walls.
hallucinations across the kitchen walls. beautiful monsters. friends who cannot leave.
whispers hide in the vents. they’re always listening. stealing our secrets.
she sits at her organ and and we show them that we are not afraid. that they cannot steal our words. how much is that doggie in the window?
the curtains move and we know they are moving towards us.
she plays louder and whispers in my ear. they retreat. she keeps me safe.
i am frightened. i want to brush her hair and keep her safe from these men who are able to steal the thoughts from her mind. from her beautiful mind.
we hide in the attic and she shows me tanzanite from Africa.
“we are magic”, she whispers.
“we are”, magic, she whispers.
we are whispers