Empire Of The Senseless

“Tell me another story!” I’m crying my baby eyes out on her bedroom floor in the middle of the goddamn day. “Okay, fine. But I have to be at work soon.” She starts pacing her room, searching frantically for knickknacks to throw into her backpack. She wants it to look like she’s so busy all the time. But we both know she’s just like me, she has nothing to do but sit with time and bathe in love and make a thousand paper butterflies for an irreplaceable look in my eyes. My lips are open. But she’s stopped talking. I have nothing left to say. “Baby?” She isn’t answering. She’s furious now, ripping clothes out of her closet and throwing them all over the room. She flips her backpack upside down and empties out the entire thing. “I’m not going back to that place! I’m not going Juniper! And you can’t make me.” “Make you? Babygirl, have you lost your mind! I’ve wanted to rip you from that sickly state of existence since the day that you were born. I was made to pull you from this shit. Haven’t you seen the canvas yet