I don't remember much,
But I remember him.
I remember his green eyes
And freckles.
I can remember
How sweet he smelled and
How soft his hair was.
I can remember
Having a body to sleep next to,
Or a locket
To keep me company when he wasn't around.
I can remember
Perfectly clear
The glinting eyes that caused my death.
I remember seeing
The anger deep inside
As I threw up my wall
I could feel my body grow cold
And stiff before I hit the ground.
Fallen before the same eyes
That entranced me so.
YOU ARE READING
Invisible Papercuts
PoesíaA small book of poems. Some can be very triggering. I write mostly free verse. If you don't like it, don't read it. All of these are fueled from conversations I've had or things I've felt. In Honor of my Uncle.
