CASSANDRA sits beside CHICKEN-LICKEN.
The sky falls in chunks behind them.
The problem is being a bird
Nobody listens to birds
Even when we feel what’s coming in our flutter.
The problem is language
Nobody listens when your words won’t make them any money
The problem is that truth needs some sugar to make it palatable
Nobody could understand what I was saying.
A huge piece of sky falls with a crash near their tent.
CHICKEN-LICKEN + CASSANDRA
The problem is
That there’s no pleasure in being proved when right
When you’re just as fucked as the next person.
CASSANDRA and CHICKEN-LICKEN cuddle.
The sky falls.