Fatality

Fatality

Emily Holmes

His baby blue eyes jetted to me seconds

before the log pierced into his windshield.

My world stopped turning.

I could taste metal in my mouth,

from clenching onto my tight tongue.

His gentle face was unrecognizable.

Perfect cheek bones shattered like glass.

Blonde hair stained with red honey.

His eyes still glued to me: completely motionless.

Tears poured from my eyes,

he was angelic.

I was perfectly fine

just a simple scratch on my cheek.

I pinched myself hundreds of times.

Hoping once I wouldn't feel it.

But each time it grew sharper.

It stabbed at my heart.

I had tried to find my courage,

but my feathers were burned.

I couldn't fly away,

without leaving the ground.

He was mine.

We breathed in-sync.

Our hands a perfect puzzle.

I lost everything.

It's three months later and I still

lay in bed surrounded by the

nectarous essence of the

blood splattered shirt he wore

the night his heart stopped breathing.

Everyone told me he'd always be there.

You will always reminisce on the precious moments.

I know that remembering would be my anchor

and forgetting would never cut the string.