Don't you worry.

She told me,

In hushed tones

"Don't you worry."

"Can't you see?

Everything is fine!"

She told me.

Her spirit was quite free

-that I must admit.

"Don't you worry?"

While I am here, picking up the debris

"It will be okay."

She told me.

Now she's just a memory

constantly whispering,

"Don't you worry?"

-The last words that she told me. 

Dim to the Background

Like an afterthought scribbled in the margins,

I sit on the fringe 

- my feet dangling 

above the concrete abyss

My Darkness

slips through me

Fluttering out of 

my wounds

and my words

left

unspoken.

As clear as 

the late June,

velvety auburn 

skies

The memories.

Our 

Memories.

So vivid

and yet

fading

Drift slowly

down

like snow

into the pitch

hell

before me.  

Twould be

so easy to reach out

To catch them

one by one

and then

sort them 

one by one

into the holed-pockets

in my mind

and yet

I am paralyzed

The monsters in my mind

have cornered me

-Their knives

in my back.

-Their fingers

sink into my skin,

nails peeling 

my layers. 

Lifelessly,

my muted eyes

gaze beyond the black

expanding before me

to the vacant sky that looms

above.

This canyon of despair

cradling me

as I dissolve 

like sand poured

into an 

open palm

-back into 

myself. 

My memories.

Our

Memories.

Dim to the background.