Calendar

CALENDAR The big ben clanged twelve times, dingdong, dingdong. I tore the sheets and threw into the bin. That space is now empty. I laughed along with wall enamel 'Yeah...you're dead...I win! ' I heard her demurs, moans and prolonged sighs of joy, nostalgia and some distress. I didn't turn head. Nonsense, all lies... she never delivered her promises. I looked athwart. She was wiggling a bit. Some keen cockroaches crept out, looked around, as insects started gnawing it to whits. She's crying now with crackling sounds aloud. I hanged a new calendar to the nailhead. She hummed 'I swear good days! ' My face turned red. (Published in METVERSE MUSE)