Bianca

broken memories emanate from the gaping hole in my soul, roaming and crossing over, grabbing hold of her brain stem and being sequenced along with the nerves in her trembling hands as her eyes scanned the dark damp branches merely meters ahead -- please, PLEASE, take me, damn me, instead...

screeching tires and tireless tree-dwelling sirens screamed and shrieked until her ears bled, 3D, blue and red, the tippy top of her head reaching the glass ceiling until it seemed she could no longer float away. away she hoped to go, over with playing a pawn in and pondering life's throes, all alone, an absent joke of a father and absentee role model; mother mattered most, but not so much as a ghost...

hold me as i lay here veering and steering my mind from images of inane flames surrounding metallic frames, the scene of the crime; it pains me to see someone so sublime crying out for help one last time... hold me and together we'll cry... Lord, if you're out there, take mine, and please just do me this one last thing before i go:

please leave her soul behind...