Spring where the weather isn't hot 

but has this refreshing breeze where

every time you walk you can feel 

the air breezing into your body. 

freezing within your lungs

oppressing deeply - - spirit in a body. 

Almost as deep as the staples in 

my face, plastering a smile 

I breathe out the words I seem 

to only say since that night, 

"I'm okay"- - 

You think it's okay since she

was displaying her body like 

a highway billboard showing 

a car safety ad. Their cliché 

no texting and driving, yet 

people love the adrenalne 

dashing through their veins, 

and linger danger between 

their hands. 

Surely you wouldn't expect it 

to come from him. The

Golden boy, the one who 

wears his heart on his sleeve.

But that night he was wearing 

The devil's horns.

Her thoughts circle as she bore 

her eyes on the pink wand

as the stripe materialize.

Her heart climbs up her throat,

as she glare

Positive. Result. Period. 

stomach begins to flatten as 

the thought to her solution 

being to resurface.