23 May 2012
"Avenge me" the words fell softly from her blue lips, her eyes hungry, held mine. I nods my head dazed as the red and blue lights illuminate the dark. She grabs my hand and looks past me towards the stars. "Promise me". Her voice is barley audible. "yes, I promise" her grip begins to loosen from around my hand and her skin begins to peel back in the wind. Thin pale pieces drop of and flutter into the night like white butterflies. I curl a lock of her auburn red hair around my finger and watch it grey, she has moments left. I sit with her until she isn't there, until dust is in her place and then run. Till the sirens and flashing lights seem a million miles away.
A Vendetta • Opuss № I