#11 Forsaken

Don't you ever forget what it was like to hold yourself up like that,

with your tragedy in your arm, the one you wrote yourself.

It was pitch black that night

I don't even think

the moon showed

her face.

Who knows why she did what she did next.

The sound of silence is so heavy and loud before glass crashes,

this magical sound of crystals,

smashes the ground

your reality

shattered and the only thought that mattered was

please let this be a papercut,

you prayed

and really your greatest sin was

for staying -

Sin, sin,

it's sharp, at that angle- a

word, sin

The moon watches in horror,

it's too late for divine intervention

it's like watching

an angel fall.

When angels bleed it means they're only human,

No one comes. That's the scariest part.

Angels are also afraid to die,

and by some miracle

the major cut below my elbow

missed but the word

laceration

cuts through me every time -

those words are sharp. Don't you forget this. my hand is wasting away,

same with the stories and things you wanted to say,

You should see her face, moon, since you stood by and watched her do what she did. next,

you'll be saying you tried to help her but she

just

didn't

listen.

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