Green Siding

I am sitting here years ago, hands light as rose petals and lips to match in color. There is no shame or guilt or reason, just soft life. Youth, pureness, and breath overcome me more then I now know. So I take a deep grasp of the summer air as my feet bellow across the ground. One by one effortlessly as the green golden grass springs up to life and my toes move off from it. Now swooped safe into the safe powdered arms of the first one to love me that I can know. I am safe. The world has yet to reach its skinny, snarling, veiny and yet somehow skeletal hands around me and engulf my being into it's coldness. I am in a sense whole, pure, and warm like the Son. Despite all that spins around my head its hands have yet to break through the grasp of Holiness and Pureness that squeezes my heart into It's own to keep me warm and gaurd my ears from the the fading screams downstairs that sometimes sing me sleep at night and are not delicate things like perhaps they should have been, but are normal and whisper safety into the walls somehow. They are so very normal to this family that is not really a family but yet manages to pass as one to the government, and to the church, and to the duplex neighbors down the street, and to the workers at the pizza place who offer a discount to families, making others who don't have one feel desperate to hurry up and reproduce which is maybe how this all started at first. Despite the government, church, neighbors, and dicount given to us by the pizza place trying to convince us we are, we are not a family as we should be. Yet are at the same time because of the secrets and screams that hold each wall of a family together and that each of us store. And we play this role oh so well, even the mailman who comes each Tuesday and the neighbors seperated by only one wall who we share the same green siding with do not know what goes on, but the soft little hands light as rose rose petals freshly bloomed do. The mind that controlls them hears and records the statements said in the battles and courtrooms of the home, and store them safely from the world so that she, and not it, will have to carry them.1