Late night baby

Sneak past filmy windows

On silent fluffy breezes

Hush darling

Now, not a noise

Except the bomb of an engine’s roar

And the crackling smell of booze

That fills our body and floats

Snaking through veins and bloating soft tissues

And rocketing through leaky brains

Dreamy foot on the gas

Beneath the sirens wail

Like so many metal medusas

With her waking, slit-eyed death stare

And the screeching, the flailing, the save-me-god screaming

And the burnt metal husk

Under a cold, wispy moon

Then the moon is a face like a light in the dark

And the fresh sterile walls

That close in on your body

Frail as a vein drugged up with amber

And sticky with bright, life-flowing blood.

Sweet angel, my angel

So high up above

Floating and twirling, oh what have you done?

These tears are not mine, yet they smother my face

And your small, broken body

As they lay it to rest.

I blow you a kiss

And you catch it, that shimmer

That shine of bright sunlight

The fade of a star

Twinkling and glistening on some ocean wave cap

Floating and twirling, so high above me

Out of reach over

Over, above, and beyond last good-byes.

A/N: A poem for my friend, Chelsea. She died in a car wreck, along with one of her friends. And, of course, the driver got out nearly unscathed. Anyways, please R&R!