zero

xxviii.

dear oliver,
i saw rose push you against
the lockers the other day. yet i
didn’t dare to come and ask
what was going on, wouldn’t want to
bother you with my presence.

her eyes were ice,
as if they were forcing
your heart of ice to crack
as it was too cold for you.

you were cracking underneath
her voice of pressure.

she smirked and traced
the edges of your jaw
with her long fingernail,
i saw her eyes turn a darker
shade of blue and soon
black.

filled with anger and
tantrums.

“what the hell do you
want from her? why the
hell are you such a jerk?
why the hell are you acting
like this? why the hell
are you...you?"

you curled your fingers around
her wrist and spun her so
her body would smack onto
the cold lockers.

“leave me alone,” you muttered
underneath your breath only
to have rose raise her leg
backwards and press against
your lowly manhood, resulting
you on the floor, cringing away.

“no,” she paused and grasped
a hold onto your collar, “leave
her alone.” she dropped it and
walked away.

you coughed a wheezing cough,
your eyes turned hazy as you
looked up to me, only to find
my eyes wide with astonishment
and fear.

i saw a monster. not the kind of
monsters you find underneath
your bed, or your imagination
twirling around in ballet shoes,
twisting your dreams, no. i
saw a monster. i saw you.

quinn