The VFMS Spark Spring Edition 2014 | Page 48

light vanilla waft,

faded beneath the clouds.

“how unfortunate”

they murmur

as fireflies embrace the wind.

“so young”

someone would cry.

but they never even knew

who she really was.

they never memorized

the lines of her warm smile

hidden away.

they never recognized

the tapping

of her calloused toes.

as masses of black

would sob speeches,

knuckles turn as pale as her skin.

rip my stomach into pieces.

and as i slouch

toward the casket,

i see her luminous eyes

closed,

as if she was sleeping.

her angular cheeks,

more white than ever.

but when i see

the ridiculous simulation,

of some sick sweetheart

my strangled heart

clenches its fists.

worn teeth grind against each other

as a demoralized heart

then tries to remember her

for one last time,

before the bell tolls,

before the petals fall.

Daisy

pleas of sorrow,

and dramatic claims

rip my stomach into pieces.

and as i slouch

toward the casket,

i see her luminous eyes

closed,

as if she was sleeping.

her angular cheeks,

more white than ever.

but when i see

the ridiculous simulation,

of some sick sweetheart

my strangled heart

clenches its fists.

worn teeth grind against each other

as a demoralized heart

then tries to remember her

for one last time,

before the bell tolls,

before the petals fall.

-EJIN J.

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