star crossed .....
the sky burst with fireworks of colors, an emotionless pink, pathetic purples, a berry blue. the poles lonely and distant like two strangers estranged friends muttered hellos and buttered up smiles wrapped on a news year night. a moonless sky a pulled apart by the unspoken silent, fingertips that walked across the word lover. something bloomed in the symphonic harp love story that took the hands of fools and made love to the empty stars and chapped wintry lips.
she laid in her bed
he laid in his bed
he groped the side of bed to find a trace of her imprint
she fiddled with the edge of her sheet, grabbing hold at the lining of his fragile touched that he left that on her
he called her
he spoke silence
she hummed to the quiet
he felt her cheek on his
when she breathed into the phone
she felt his touch when he touched
her with his words
he needed her
she needed him
she turned and faced the window
and watched the fireworks
he turned and faced
and saw her undressing
in her window
through a memory
he bite his tongue every time
he needed to tell her
he felt like a lion in a cage,
When he wanted to say something.
but he couldn't get the memory of how she felt in his heart
he built his walls so high
she pushed his chest
and kissed his lips
and swallowed his heart
she chases after him
in every boy she loves
he tells himself she is a fairytale
his heart tells him
this is real
she tells him she doesn't love him
he swallows the , I love you
and tucks the corners of the bed sheet tight in the bed frame
to prevent himself from getting out of bed and going to her
its as if the snow pushes into my face
we were never meant to be lovers
we were meant to be soul mates
This is it.
This is how I die.
The snow freezes over my face
I'm lying here in the snow.
You wouldn't see me until you stepped on me
Frost bite doesn't feel so bad
But that's probably because I can't feel at all
It melts at the touch of my warm skin
Then a breeze
It freezes over again.
I can't see
Can barely hear
I don't know how long I've been here
Nobody has come near
All fear has washed away
"Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me"
A Question of Honor
The snow pushes into the cold of my face from the chasm below. My eyebrows are heavy with icicles. I cannot think I do not know how long I have been standing up here. Below me, bone chilling winds whip around climbing the sides of the steep canyon, but I wait. If it weren't for these gloves my hands would have froze around the wooden stock. I need less than a minute that is all. I know he will pass this way even in this god forsaken weather. Once it is done, I will leave here and never return. That is the way it must be.
We are going to die out here
Not a single building in sight
Nowhere to take cover
We huddle together
To keep arm
The storm is getting stronger
The snow pushes the cold onto to our faces
As we see a truck
A rescue truck
Someone heard us
We walk slowly
And he collapses into the snowbank
Now turned red
Snowflakes are unique
Dazzling fingerprints raining from above
Each crystalline beauty different from another
I have often marveled
At the gentle flakes as they fall
Landing gently on my eagerly awaiting tongue
But snowflakes make snow
A weapon if fun dares venture too far
If you wander into cold, death will be snow against your face.
My hands are numb against the cold, hard ground. I breathe in the cold air, trying to catch my breath. Behind me, I hear footsteps. They're coming. I have to run.
I pull myself out of the snow, my hands are still cold and numb as I swrp them into my non-winter jacket, jumping over the rock I tripped on before taking off again. I run and tun as fast as I can out of there, trying to stay as far away from that person following me. But it was too muhc.
They catch up to m. I can hear their breathing as I try to push more energy into my legs, praying for them to run faster. But they have given up. I fall into the snow, my hands suddenly leaping from their pockets and catching me as I fall face first into white powder.
I hear the person stop. They are near me, so close that I can hear them pull something out of their coat. I really want to scream at them to leave me alone. But they won't.
They circle aorund me. I try to stay as still as possible, just maybe so they would think I am already dead. But then I hear it. A gun click.
"You are one bad little girl," A man whispers on top of me. I want to cry. I want to scream for help. It wasn't like anyone would hear me in the middle of this forest though. Only him.
"Please, leave me alone. I have nothing," I cry to him, hoping he will walk away.
Instead of laughs. "I dont't hink so."
I look up at him, the tears finally showing from underneaath my skin. He doesn't look scared. He just looks mad. Mad at me. Mad at everyone. His gun glints in his hand, as though it was made to sit there.
"Please. I whisper.
I slowly set my head down, and wait. I know this was where it would be the end for me. I can say my life goodby.
There is only one gunsho-