Flicker (H.S)

epilogue i

epilogue i

 [October, 2016]

she waits up for him

at the edge of the night

wringing her hands

and her heart

to the sound of the

wailing

baby.

vera smelled of him

even though she’s

never

even

met

him.

and her eyes are green,

like his.

and her heart is large

like his

before the cigarette

smoke clouded his visions

of the future.

the door opens, and vera

suddenly

stops crying.

her mum lets her eyes wander up

long legs

that always seem to get caught on

the welcome mat.

and trail across the v-neck that

hides a work of art.

his curls are longer

and more

beautiful.

but he smells of abuse.

then again, all the Styles kids have smelled of abuse at one time

or another.

he starts crying.

so she does as well

and they embrace

like he never left.

vera giggles as she is lifted

and frowns when his tears

splash on her little

cheeks.

happy.

they were happy.

so maybe

messes can become

masterpieces.