Beautiful Boy

Based on a true story...

Cheap liquor and backwash trickle through red clay and dry rotted pine...
They remembered him as Brother...
Attempted to fashion solace from his clammy skin, caked makeup, glued eyelids and absence...By piecing faded memories to an indissoluble and faulty contract with a pseudo and fickle sense of loyalty...
This is the result of limestone and acid adulterating;
A mixture of fractured skulls and folded phalanges in a cushioned catacomb...
He was young and silly.
Broke promises and called it a cruel world
Dipped fingertips in confectioner’s sugar coated sockets
And inhaled passion, stolen from cellophane and tin foil pie plates...
He was accosted by dilated pupils, a cold sweat;
Froth fizzing from chapped lips and uninvited solitude at moonlight’s execution.
His coiled fingertips mimicked blue skies tiptoeing over lucid waters
Breaths turned into whispers
Turned into silence...
Thoughts of pleasant pastimes
Morphed into and distant and frigid memories of the way his hair smelled and his love for anime.