my homework mixed with hers
snow blowing atop snow
we were alone in the corner
of the library
she was suspiciously silent
"what did you do?" (did i even want to know?)
her features twisted
her lips pursed and the whisper
"i broke up with him"
delivered my thoughts in two separate ways
dread mostly, they thought i was weird,
and intermingled with hope (maybe, maybe...)
but hope was
instantly crushed, demolished in
the next second
it didn't take long before the words
"and i told him it was your fault"
had me exasperated
this had apparently been a regular thing
where she would claim (wasn't true) that i was the one
who kept deciding that she couldn't date
(i never said that ever,
she's acts different with them)
and now there was the resonant slam of metal doors
here he was, he was there with them now, and he had a
big jacket, it was cold out, that was natural, that
wasn't weird at all, and he was reaching in his jacket
"i know why know,
darling" (it sounded disgusting,
rancid, distraught) he said to her
"i know why you can't ever be happy"
she had no idea
what he was talking about (he was hysteric)
and neither did i
and then he reached in his
big black jacket
and maybe he wanted to give her a wedding band
or something that
might have redeemed him
but i saw the grip, and i hugged her, i protected her
i didn't want her to die, and he said
"this is the only way" and she was confused
she struggled in my arms
a whisper that it would be okay left my lips
my body turned around
bravery surged my veins
drove my brain to heroics
then bang once to the chest
and bang (two shots,
bang bang, baby i got shot down)
couldn't find the other
stomach hot, burning, pure hell
she screamed, and he didn't
shoot her, that wasn't the plan
he put the gun up to my head
temple meet muzzle
life meet an end
us meets you
but she was smart, so smart
a-plus student (smarter than me,
i should have known)
she fended him off,
he listened to her
words shifted a monster away from its victim
the library was empty by then
it was just me and her, me and her, us
and she held me close,
she was fine
she didn't get hit (how?how?hewantedme,nother)
there was no "me blood" on her
there wasn't a trace of me except on me
and i wanted to
apologize, say sorry,
she had to know i was sorry, she needed
and i was going, me blood ran out of me
too fast, way
too quick, the need for speed took over
i guess, i think, it's a possibility
that she held me close, said it's okay
she smelled like peaches, i want to lick her,
that's not weird,
no it's not, not when i'm dying
you know you know you know
i -- let
me say i'm sorry,
the stain --
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
