Under the bridge – under the bottles and grocery bags – I wrestle with substance.
Body? You enjoyed my flesh, then you stole my flesh.
But I was always more than a body.
Wealth? You robbed me, but I was never bound to wealth.
And you could have asked – I would have given.
Strength? No, I was never strong. Not physically.
You proved that.
You erased my future.
Yes, perhaps that is the key. For now – as I lie rotting in the riverbank – as you run and run and run – we are more connected than ever. You’ll never shake me. I’ll always be looking over your shoulder. You will feel me. Sense me. Fear me.
You’ll regret that we met.
I am your nightmare in blue.
Linked to the Tale Weaver Prompt at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, where Michael and Phylor are our new hosts. We were asked to weave a story about Lucas Grogan’s artwork featuring a blue skeleton and blue glass bottles. We were allowed to “take the form of a straight prose piece, letters, diary and or dialogue”. We needed to use the word “substance” somewhere in the piece.
This image reminded me of a song I heard recently, “Where the Wild Roses Grow” – performed by Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.