Tense, with an hour-long fist
Your close your eyes, and as if each and every single blood drop is a memory
You begin to remember–
How the weight of your breath dampened her left brow
The scent of vanilla and jasmine tea in her hair, pulling you close
Her fingertips waltzed down your spine
Following a map to your uncontrollable shiver and surrender
A map only she knew
You remember the small butterfly kisses
Rolling across the skin of your chest like
Delicate pixie pearls
You remember that you looked up to the charcoal night sky
When those butterflies found another flower, handsomer than you
In a secret garden only she knew
How the sound of those lovestruck wings
Smothered your devastated cry–
Oh, yes, how you remember.
So you rest down your tired skull.
You rest it down, down, down.
You watch the scarlet memories drip.
You allow them
To claim their own freedom.
By Kim T.