#i know alcohol tends to override common sense but jesus christ

[snaggletoothedbastard]

The Invisible Child

There’s a bell I wear round my neck and when it rings silver I taste copper because no-one else can hear it.  I follow my brothers through the streets,  a walking stick and a pair of ear-defenders with a ghostly body, a forgotten face,  a translucent throat full of screams I keep behind my teeth because

I don’t want to kill your vibe, man.  I don’t want to ruin your night. 

I’m watching everyone and everyone’s laughing and their voices stab me through the ears and stir my brain like a soup. I don’t think the mushrooms are part of the soup, I think it’s going mouldy in there.  If I bang my head against a wall enough times, will the overgrowth fall out of my eyes? It’s worth a try. 

The pain in the back of my head is cold and the eyes that follow me as this scream finally escapes are even colder.  Now they see me, for a split second.  And now they don’t.  They walk away and leave me to play hopscotch by myself;  I’ve been flung back to square one. 

I don’t even know how to play hopscotch. 

I bite at the hand that feeds me, the hand that holds me, the hand that guides me,  the hand that disappears and becomes invisible and I taste copper again because I’m tearing up my throat shouting for help and no-one wants to hear me.