My banana this morning for breakfast was strange. I broke the top near the stem with a distinctive crack that sounded like knuckles “popping”. Shrugging that off i began to peel the banana skin back, with each inch of the banana uncovered from the peel the pink skin of the banana started to bleed. The insides of the banana looked like clumps of yellow squishy fat cells. I threw my breakfast away.
People I pass today all seem to be playing with rope. Many of them have been tying nooses and draping them over their heads, tightening them around their necks like ties for suits. Those that don’t have the ropes have a bruise like line around their necks and bloodshot eyes, red eyes. I am not sure why their eyes are red.
I am trying to think of animals and beauty but every image I conjure gets disfigured with a series of scars bruises and cuts. I feel dizzy. I wish it were Thursday. I want to go home.