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.
