GREY. YELLOW. - ̗̀anthology ̖́-

memories

I remember,
When your fingers traced my neck,
And your palms were hot
Against my cool skin.

I remember,
Looking up at you,
While the brick was pressed
against my back,
And my heart had fallen out of my chest.

I remember,
When you bent down
to pick it up,
Slender fingers cradling it.

I remember,
Begging you to give it back,
Begging you not to hurt it.

I remember,
The look in your eyes,
As you squeezed,
And I dropped to my knees,
My own blood soaking the
Concrete floor.

-[I spend my nights scratching at the inside of my eyelids, because all I see in the darkness is you.]