One, two, three, four, TURN. One, two, three, four, NO!
It’s not working, darling. Your mind isn’t what it once was. When we were young, we would walk the balance beam, counting each heel to toe with a clockwise turn on the fifth step and repeat. Back and forth for our whole life, you fought to hold control, pushing me down, teetering on the edge.
This foot chase where you’re slowing down, closing the gap for me to overpower. Let me take over, darling. I know you’re tired.
One, two, three, ugh, four, TURN, no-no-no-no-no. Inhale. And one, two, three…
You have to breathe. You know what happens when you don’t breathe. Your mind gets cloudy and you lose me. You know you need me. We need each other. KEEP BREATHING, DAMMIT. Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’d let you keep all the good, taking the pain myself. I will breathe life into us, fill the void of this empty husk of a body. I know you have tried so hard to hold on.
It’s time you let go. GO. LET GO!
One, go, two, away, three, away, please no, please turn. Please just one, two…
Alright, you stubborn, worthless, bastard. It’s my turn. I’ve watched you screw us over and I. Am. Done. Watching through these eyes that can’t see what a waste of space you have taken in this world that cast us away. I am done planting seeds of hope in our mind that you can’t bother to water. I am done failing by doing things your way. Your time has fallen.
THUD
For the first time, I open our eyes. NO. My eyes. I have taken over. You are gone, I have won. It’s time to take back what has been mine all along.
