#devil man cry baby
fall of angels
all you remember of her is bright flashing lights
neon green glittering against her pink tresses
and you remember your breath catching in your throat
you remember her back in front of you, sharp shoulders
drawn too tight, head held too high, cold air stealing
their way out of the soft curve of her pretty lips in the winter
you remember her hand gripping yours so tightly you thought
you could feel the pulse of her heartbeat dripping into your veins
you thought your chest was going to explode, dynamite pricking your skin
she tells you to remember her in all her best moments, eyes red
breath harried, hair mussed up, fingers trembling and shoulders
shaking. there are too many variables unaccounted for and you can’t think
she asks you to run, lips curling up in a smile, age eight and
young and innocent and it’s pink hair curled next to a black mess
tiny fingers intertwined and there’s a forgotten baton lying at your feet together
you bypass her on a glaring summer morning when her white shirt
blended into the sight of an empty track before you; she trails up
behind you, palm fitting into the small of your back, and her praise thrills you
your best friend, same name and same age and same school and
as you’re running for the last time you abruptly realize you’ve never
known anything without her in it, without her tear stained cheeks and laughter
and she’s the only color splattered against the dark night sky you look up at
from the rooftop with your brother. he asked you what you saw in
the skies once, and you saw her, and you said you saw a future.
tonight, you remember her as she yelled for you to run, face streaked
with blood so dark it’s the color of her hair and you’re running, running
away from the only person you’ve ever loved with your whole heart.