as he waited for courage it
started to rain and the sun
sunk below the horizon. but
once he saw the shadow,
heard her scream, he ran for
the front door, entering her
house for the first time,
soaking wet and trembling.
her father was drunk, passed
out on the couch, but he, too,
heard her screams.
they stood, looking at each other
in a state of shock, their eyes wide
but their bodies unable to move.
but then she cried out, saying his
name and he was sprinting up the
stairs.
he saw her door, covered in polaroid
pictures that painted a beautiful picture
of her life. and behind that door, it was
being ended.
he tried to open it, tears running down
his cheeks as he screamed, "amy! amy!"
it was no use.
the flames flickered, catching on the
wood she was trapped behind and
sending him back down the stairs and
out the door.
it was burning. the house was burning.
amy was burning.
he saw her, her curly hair he so longed
to run his fingers through as she ran
around the room aimlessly. he told her
to jump, "amy, jump to me!"
but she was trapped. she was gone.
and as she died she thought, i am
nothing and as she died he thought,
she is everything.
