Arms are spread like frail wings across golden hair. Rays of glimmering sun down to your waist. Eyes like today’s blue summer sky have locked to mine, still in quizzical fright. Your lips are ice to the touch. Lips evoke a memory of warm, butterfly kisses of this morning just gone by. My finger caresses a translucent cheek, to gently remove a shed tear. Mine. It tastes devastated.
A flicker of light draws my eyes. It is cuffs that connect the hands that gripped a knife. It is the same guilty hands that wedged cold steel into an innocent chest. It is the same tiny chest emitting scarlet blood onto a once white party dress. Life trickles onto the green grass. Indifferent grass, nonetheless still alive. There is a crimson droplet on my fingertip. Hers. It tastes empty.
Memories flood my turbulent thoughts. Laughter, smiles, anger and tears contest for a spot in my soulful deliberations. Regrets about a last warm kiss and hatred about an aloof calculated act eddy into a dark abyss. A second alone, is the only second he needed to end a life. A devil incarnate took it upon him to end the life of an angel whom barely started living. Her last second alone, were probably the most wasted of them all. The metal of my pistol is burning into my side. A score might be settled, if loving memories can be banished for a second. That is all I need. This time I will own the second, and it will not be squandered.
The unpredicted shots startle us. Notably me, who is still clasping the gun in an iron-fisted grip. A cacophony of noise escorts birds into flight from the nearby blooming Frangipani’s. The midday heat is sickly sweet. I touch her serene face again. Can you feel it? Can your soul hear my thoughts? Soar with the birds my angel. Take to the skies my daughter, in triumphant flight and join other angels that had fleeting lives. You are earthbound no more. The victory is ours; the vengeance mine.
Glide on the sun’s rays and slide down the rainbows. Your dancing in the wind will be the drug that consoles this soon to be caged man. I will return your flesh to Mother Earth. A great sacrifice for such a brief existence. But your spirit, your spirit my angel will dance among the stars!
My award is polished cuffs. It cuts into the flesh of my wrists, but not enough to shadow the pain felt in my grieving heart. Freedom belongs to you my angel. A drop of blood glistens on my fingertip. His. It tastes content. Revenge is bitter sweet, even if only for a fleeting second.