Why are you crying little girl? Lips buttoned, eyes red, snot dribbles, fingernails pick at scabbed bleeding scalp. What’s wrong sweetie? The void immense, a gulf abyss. The meltdown continues. Tears drizzle from bloodshot pools, pools hiding pain, in a room large and echoing, empty and cold. Meaning is unfathomable. The shudders and whimpers disengaged we’re in the dark, alone in that room no one understands none the wiser. Pleading for an answer, a signal, a message falls on deaf ears. Nothing forthcoming. only annoyance. Speech is dumb, impossible. My words ignite howls, like gasoline on a bonfire limbs thrash, writhe, strike tension stretches through twitching fibres, incoherent cries and sobs persist. Please tell me darling, what’s wrong? The tiger speaks Don’t keep asking, leave me alone! Mother retreats, leaves a blur of red agitation, cooks dinner empties dishwasher hours go by Over and over love unwanted, rejection anew; unredeemed. The aftermath grumpiness Reasons left unsaid. Time sprinkles healing A furry canine head nestles in the tiger’s lap unspoken comfort when all else is: Disconnect
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