On Being Vulnerable
The scene begins
The FIRST BOY waits
Framed by shame and regret
that hang around his neck like chains
The DEVIL whispers in his ear
You foolish foolish boy
Opening up will make true what you fear
The camera pans
The SECOND BOY pulls up
Wheels on old sidewalk
His steed, a golden minivan
The First Boy gets in
They drive
The camera moves with them, shifting lanes
The First Boy begins to fret
His neck coiled by sins
He wants to be unclapsed
The shot changes
The Second Boy speaks up
What's going on?
Close up
A tear releases
His pain like a pet
gnaws at the First Boy's bones
He utters a few words to the driver
before his chains shatter to pieces
The camera follows
His voice strains
I just don't want to be sad anymore
The Second Boy listens
The First Boy is unhallowed
The Devil is silenced
The chains are broke
And everything
is a little brighter
Fade to black