They Say Beasts Shall Bring Beasts

I refer back to the recent laid back words that foretold of this news. Several months there, I had already written of them coming, August the 2nd of one year past - re-read for knowledge....yes, she was certain to have predicted so and so....it was of no surprise and it did not tip over the flowers. It was a moment of coming...but what took so long? I thought it would have been months, months, months more since. A wound that needs to be fixed could easily be filled with these things. The way that it happened before. Bridging a gap, making it up, bringing dead flowers to a wedding...that kind of thing. Always good to make her smile. Woe is the virility, for it comes to flying up and away for good.

Fickle flies, it was a dirty trick to play on a lover. To fill the bountiful bucket full of it and then let them go. The seeds into the air, just as Howth. How the seeds go, go, go. They all leave you in the end (or in some cases, get given away).

She was the scrap metal opportunity that he never took.

Labels that your mother sewed into your pullover. The black felt-marks all faded now. She thought that you had never made her proud.
The old hooky father, he made you take off your braces and tie up your trousers (with string), just to make the neighbours scoff at you.
The mother-in-law, without the leg, envied the fact that your own mother had been able to get into the veins and rip them out, prawn-black strings filled with blue blood.

So, some time ago, I had written of it, these wriggling things. Long before the thought had even entered the heads of others. She had already prepared herself for the binding of her feet. She had already prepared for the gleeful tickle-hums of the news. She already knew...so long ago. Seen it in the girl's eyes last June. I shall soon be with it, full of it. A sticking plaster, with mucus bubbling, yellow.

And one day, with that thought, she tossed aside the thought...will he give mine away too? Ach, no, she thought, not mine, not mine, not mine. Too precious, my love.

Too precious.