I sent my better self on ahead

The best purple.
Dead woman’s eye shadow.
I can look at you again.
Not like that last time.
Your face looked caved in.
The man warned us first.
Why did I not take your picture?
Three falls to take you down.
Five bullets to the heart.
One massive icicle through your skull.
It’s that kind of day.
Coldest rain and fiercest wind.
Oh, but the sun is so warm.
You can’t see it or me.
Your memory hurts my skin.
My eyes are greener now.


~ by Athena on November 5, 2015.

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