Take a picture. It lasts longer.
Yea
I remember her
She was there that night
But now
Now it's just a foggy memory
Like a polaroid you touch
Before it's done developing
Sepia
Sprawls
But barely to the edges
Reaching out to save
The fate
Already speeding forward
Her mind
Seeping
Alcohol spilling
The reason for confusion
The reason the train didn't stop.
Stop!
Why didn't it stop for me?
Sirens
red lights
But now it's all blood
Red seep; green grass
Christmas on the lawn
In a flash
Blinding light
Now she only lives
In a 4 by 6
With her face on right
When everything
Was bright
And alright
What ever happened to alright?
Photo by Adam Peterson. Words by Kristin Rotar.
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