He told me I was wild , the wildest and the rarest he had ever seen
Something close to midnight but something a little more on the foreign side
Foreign to his touch , thrust , love and trust
rarer than a heart beat
My name was like little droplets of acid to his soul , as he spoke it with his thick accent.
Forever Is what I hope we have but , Unfortunately forever isn't promised.
But can I be your forever with the time being?
But , only time held the crystal ball for it shall shattered I shall be lost , lost in this piece of dirt we called earth.
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I walked the streets that I called home , as I held my head down in this dirty worn out black sweater I was given on my 16th birthday . The day that changed it all , when it all went down ... marking the worst day of my life.
As I watched my stepdads hands clamps around my mothers throat stealing away her last inch of life.
As he stood over her , acting as he was the dictator and the time keeper of her life . In all honesty that was the day my heart had stopped the day I wished that I could be kicked and woken up and be told it was all a dream a malignant nightmare, that no pinch can ever snap you out of .
As I hugged on her lifeless body and awaiting those red and blue lights to enter my vision and once more describe how cold and dead she was ... Because of course I need to hear that once more !
As the ringing sensation of voices bodies and condolences entered the room - even though I was there my mind was so far gone
Out of this world as if I was experiencing an outer body experience as officers constantly came to me requesting a statement I had no words . It was like every time I tried to open my mouth nothing but silence exited my vocal cords.
As they hulled out Vincent by his shirt towards the police cruiser and threw a cloth over my mothers lifeless and very dead body .
I wanted to so badly hult into the kitchen and stab a knife right threw his heart and make him indure the type of pain I felt in my heart but I couldn't move I felt as if I was a statue in the museum. As if time had stopped and there were no more movement left for me to make.
