i want to hold your hand

Candy Apple scars and Cotton Candy bruises that the doctors treated for a day, maybe two. Because mom and dad went to a better place. Because there were bright lights that night. Blue, Red and White lights are supposed to mean safety. But safety was thrown out of the window. Mother thrown out the window and dad, a sardine in a can. And I like to think they had a nice tea party. All tea no pain. Because death is not arbitrary.
Because death winked at me.
A cruel joke, really.