marceline

iii, float

marcy is spinning.

a floral dress.
a golden brush.
a dated bracelet.

three float before marcy,
she watches them as she spirals down,
down a colossal black hole in time and space,

yet she thinks only of a girl.
a girl named anne,
one who wore the brightest colors.

the floral dress she saw was anne's.
she wore it to the spring fling dance,
where she kissed marcy upon her red
painted lips.

the golden brush was anne's.
she had used it to brush marcy's long hair,
when a snow day kept them locked inside of
anne's home.

however, the dated bracelet was marcy's.
it had been made for her,
in steel,
expressing the date of which anne decided to hang herself.

marcy had wet eyes as she reached out,
reaching to grab the hem of the dress,
for it was closest,
even though it was galaxies away.

she reached to grab the only memory of anne she might remember,

for the glimmering drink she had downed was slowly causing her lose all sense of self, of mind, of love, of time.

she could only see the dress, the brush, the bracelet.

dress.
brush.
bracelet.

dress.
brush.
bracelet.

dress.
brush.
bracelet.

marcy focused in on those three words,
she repeated them over and over and over in her shrinking mind,
absently watching the memories slip from her clasp.

dress.
brush.
bracelet.

dress.
bracelet.

the thought of the golden brush she had used earlier,
in the foreign room,
had left.

the remembrance of anne,
of whom she loved dearly,
had slipped.

she forgot about snow.

marcy could not see the dress nor could she see the bracelet.

dress.
bracelet.

bracelet.

the floral dress,
it had a sweetheart neckline.
it had thick straps over the shoulders,
and the skirt was long and plaited.
it flew when anne spun on the gym floor.

yet marcy forgot.

and suddenly,
a little black loop,
with a metal plate strung on,
encroached upon marcy.

she furrowed her eyebrows in utter confusion,
and picked it up with her slender fingers.

she frowned,
yet held the 'unknown' bracelet in her clutch,
and eventually held it to her chest,
as she closed her eyes and listened to the thrum of her dead heart.

she accepted the loss of memories.
for she could not remember she had any.
she accepted the loss of life.

she let herself fall further and further into the void that was ultimately death.

she let herself fall so far that if she had opened her eyes she would have been able to see stars.