The Pianist

quattordici.

divided they had once stood
barely able to keep it together
and fractured they had fallen
into ruins of rubble
never to be built back up again

his name
burned like whiskey
on her tongue
whilst
her name
was held captive
in his throat

she chose not to forgive
because it was impossible
to forget

the jarring impact
the way the flames leapt skyward
the searing pain
the screams coming from her mouth
the hot glow of molten metal

it was
the last scene
that she would ever
lay her eyes upon

every last gruesome detail
permanently etched
branded in her brain
forever

eternity is longer
when midnight is immortal
when vulnerability is ever present
when all is uncertain

he chose to forget
but it was
more of a halfhearted attempt
at amnesia

he couldn't let go
he didn't want to
he just wanted her
and the way things used to be

moving on
a daunting task
when she looms
like a spectre
in every corner of his mind

he sees fire
and remembers her pleading for help
desperate and panicked

he sees a car
and remembers veering off the road
his life flashing before his eyes

he sees a tree
and remembers the doomed branch
the windshield shattering

he sees a piano
and remembers her thin frame
fingers tracing along the keys
trying to visualise the layout

he sees himself in a mirror
azure eyes like a cloudless sky
but the forecast lies
it's perpetual rain inside

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should be doing some ratios rn, but i'd rather do this, y'know

xx alina