The Lives of Ally and K,V,L,E

I'll expect you to cry,

Nothing can be expected for failure,

The loss of a lover,

The expectation that he would stay,

Instead of hearing goodbye.

Watching them walk away from self capture,

Feeling the release of a long time sufferer.

Freedom becomes a release,

I knew it all along.

It was the same game I created. To play with others.

It was easy to pretend not to love each other, but love each other through different people.

Dressing up in disguise. Using a different name.

Evolving as someone everyone can love.

The only warmth from laying under the snuggled sheets, was neither from my body or my thoughts.

Yet from the hot water flowing through the plastic bottle.

It could not bleed the sorrow from my mind, or evaporate the conflict from my heart.

Knowing that two doors down he was crying.

His soul was broken, and his trust had frozen over his window sills.

Even though I was neither facing his direction, or staring through the same walls, visibly I could sense him crouched over his desk.

The small screen, in a small room, in a large hall leading to other tiny rooms, contained in blocked and locked building.

The warmth had been taken from him.

My face burned.

I felt the anger rising in my chest.

Why was she back?

She didn’t live here anymore. There was no need for her to return. When she had left, the house had been a wreck the next morning.

“Why are you here?”

The mouths of my parents closed. My sister’s napsack thumped down from her grasp. Her face lit up.

“Ally!”

She outstretched her arms, and pushed through my parents to greet me.

“No….Why are you here?” I stepped back and growled.

Confused, my sister stopped in her tracks. Her eyes followed my expression suspiciously.

“ I came back?” She shrugged her shoulders.“There isn’t much more to say.”

“Yes there is! You left for five years, why are you coming back now?”

Lacking breath,

My distant memories of death hang on the horizon.

They never controlled me, until I saw the last drop of blood drip down from his palms.

Clutching his wrists together, and staring through glassy openings to his soul.

Nothing stopped him, and nothing would have.

Yet, forcing my air into his collapsing chest,

He sputtered it out.

Alive again.

Guilty at failing.

Again.

Gasping.

Darkened lady,

Exhumed to the barrens .

Envious lust,

Locking the door to her comrades prison.

Knowing she is loved,

By only the remnants of two skeletons.

The bitter truth,

Forgetfully existing in the underground tunnels.

Left in the cold.

Waiting to redesign her body,

Out of energy

The cement waits for me to collapse.

Self doubt of the deepest joys.

The luscious chilling wind  .

11 Bomber wings

Holding back the devastation.

The power of exiting the ground,

But willing to die inside.

Simple greatness will be my end.

Thoughts of oblivion may be my bunker,

Diving through the wrecks of firewater,

Hunkering on my knees.

The lines that cross the earth.’

Under the clouds, waiting for my host.

Innocent and unwilling,

I wait.

Lurking as a midnight mass with outstretched wings.

Consumed by only desires,and wishes of the damned.

They shall be cursed.

My sword will sink into their flesh,

He exists in the electricity of the cells.

Silhouetted before me.

The light switch turned off.

Ready to flip upwards at the sight of my presence.

Short circuited, but gentle.

Too cute, yet short fused.

Searching,and standing toward the crowds.

Watching from the corners of my mind.

I listen to him flirt with her.

I watch him love her.

A part of me that can admit that I love him.

When I am not allowed.

Their fingers lock, and find comfort together.

The melodic scent of lavender,

Washes through his hair.

Why am I not allowed to love?

He will never be mine.

But is she his tool?

Their feeling will some time end.

When she vanishes.

His demons will lust for a new body.

She will thrust towards someone better,and some one stable.

While her wings stroke the air with victory.

Suddenly,noses echoed under my bed room door. Muffled voices started to shriek in excitement as a muffled front door creaked open. Spinning my chair around,I faced the entrance of my room, and  began to strike towards the sounds in confusion. Opening the door, I glared down the stairs. What were my parents so excited for?

“Mom, Dad? Is everything alright?”

I called out.

Their ecstatic voices had either drowned out my call, or they hadn’t bothered to pay attention. Grumbling, I raced down the stairs towards the front door.

“Mom? Dad?”

Turning around the corner, I faced the three hugging figures from where the commotion came.

One was my Dad, the other was my mom.The last was a figure of a girl. On her face was a smile that had disappeared out of my memory for five years.