Gone

Something i wrote over about four days. Note to remember: i myself am fine, i was listening to the new Fray cd on repeat (which is an instant downer) and though i'd write this.
Cheers.


It burns.
Like fire.
But there are no scars.
No flames.
But she screams.
She feels it in her blood
Her heart is pumping fire.
It reaches her brain
She cannot hold it in.
She shrieks.
They cannot make her stop
That harrowing noise
Reaching them
From the very depths
Of her torn soul.

Red.
Angry.
Broken.

The fire spills forth,
In an unexpected form:
Salt slides down her cheeks
Salt after salt after terrible salt.
Her legs are numb,
She’s fallen to the ground.
A hand grips her upper arm,
Another, her other forearm.
She hears noise
Rising and falling.
One deep, one less so.
Like water, they talk fast
Bubbling over each other.
She cannot understand.

Water.
Cold.
Silence.

Where the hands grip her feels like ice
And hot needles
All at once.
She cannot stay still.
She struggles against them.
She stops screaming,
Starts yelling.
She knows who they are,
Those that hold her still.
She yells at the deeper ripple
It stops. It freezes.
She yanks her arm free.
The softer ripple is weaker.
She springs up,
Unsteady on her feet
With numb limbs.
Still cold. Still on fire.
She turns and runs.
Stumbles.
Falls.
She doesn’t stop.
Bloody hands and knees,
Bruised face.
She runs. Picks herself up and runs.
Runs and runs and runs.
Away from the sight.
Away from the place
Where her world ended.

White.
Clean.
Safe.

She hears the bubble of water.
Not voices.
Cars on tarmac.
Lights reflect on the wet road
Blinding her.

Water.
Silence.
Safety.

It’s fast.
So, so fast.
Grey, steel grey.
And brown.
She doesn’t care:
Her world ended
At the place of the two voices.
The Sheet.

White.
Crisp.
Blood-stained.

Beneath which,
Her future.
Her soul.
Her everything.
Gone.

She slips down the bank,
Trips, tumbles.
Hits the trunk of a sapling.
Neck snaps back.
Hurts.
Doesn’t care.
She rises again,
Muddy, unable to see
In the dark, in the rain.

Black.
Blue.
Silent.
Sinister.
Unknown.

Banking on one thing
For everything,
Isn’t a wise idea
When that something
Goes and disappears.

Rushing.
It sounds fast, cold, dirty.
Floodwaters raised the surface to her toes.
Icy.
She takes a deep breath.
Cold air, inhale
Exhale.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Forget to inhale.
Gasp for air through sobs.

Three
…
Two
…
One
…




Jump.



Can’t see. Can’t breathe.
Submerged tree.
Battered against wood and current.
Exhale.
Bubbles fly overhead,
The last chance of getting out of this.
No.
She’s under too deep.
It burns.
Her chest.
She cannot stop the burn.
Her lungs, her body,
Is telling her to swim up,
To fight
To save herself.
Her mind gave up an hour ago,
When metal crunched against bone
When skin was ripped off the flesh beneath it.
When the pavement, the road
Was painted red.

Grey-Brown
Eternity
Lost

Walking across the road,
No, running.
To catch the last bus.
But there’s a semi coming up fast
Behind is the bus
Only way home.
They ran. Three made it.
She could make it.
He wasn’t so fast.
Final of four, always the favourite.
Her life.


LOOK OUT!
Crash.
Gone.

Sirens.
Red lights flash.
Blue lights flash.
White sheets.
“I’m sorry.”

She smiles,
One last act
Before the current
Takes her body
Away from the place
where her heart lies.

Gone.