ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 96

She is up there now A picture of radiance and glory Darkened by my emotions Lightened by my memories Legend rather than a being Even now, years later, she Messes with My head I know what I must do I break the pedestal I placed her upon Watch it tumble, crumble No vengeful feelings are felt Only indifference A vague brush of wistfulness Not for what I once did But for what I once was I send the ruins of her throne away For the first time Stare at her eye to eye She’s not a goddess Not a demon For once, the girl with the red hair is a person. There is no speech though I scream with my eyes Her gaze says nothing She doesn’t realize Nod my head and turn around 96