- Vol. 05
- Chapter 09
Let me just...
Watch as the sky unfolds in a blizzard the colour of salt and spit:
a Marguerita sky, so cold his lips turn blue.
The glass cracks; he falls, finds himself snarled by brambles.
Leaves invade his mouth; shoots snake in, pierce his lungs.
You deserve this: every last snag of thorn raking those insistent fingers, every vine snaking down your throat.
I watch him still and stiffen, his face a bruise, its pale meth blue.
The engine's on; warm air blows. On the window, my breath blooms and fades.
Outside, a robin's song spills its berries in the freezing blur.
You wanted this.
I dredge it up from somewhere: the radio, those old cassettes. They called it 'paradise'.
I heard he died some time ago.
I wait and watch. It's so cold outside.