Walking down the street
On a cold winter’s day
Pull my jacket close to my face
—the scent of stale cigarette smoke clogs my lungs
    choking, I try to cough you out of my body
Crowds of people pass me by
Pushing, shoving, their faces blank
I catch a glimpse of icy blue eyes
—a jagged sapphire stone pierces my heart
    until all I can see is your toxic face
Mechanical neck turns to the ground
Not daring to look up again
I see the pale skin of my own arms
—your sharp red fingerprints infect it, one by one
    not even my own skin belongs to me anymore
Tripping over my feet
—screams of your name in the night
Heels hit the ground faster now
—the echo of sweet maniacal laughter
Running as fast
—hands of rusty silver around my throat
As my feet will
—a knife made of words, “I can’t do this anymore"
Carry me