just_writing

*I couldn't make it longer, with it being a lyric and all, ho hum*

Same place, same time, every year; dark of night, October 31st. She cuddles close, sits on the knee of the plinth, white, green gravel snagging tights, scuffing the leather of her thick soled boots as black as memories.
Then he comes and like a good girl she smiles, precious like salt, don’t waste it on tears, she knows what she has to do, she isn’t scared.
He holds her a while, in his fish bone arms, corded lies of flesh, and makes her swear that this is love and not a nightmare.
Secrets whisper through the marble tombs. Shades rise and turn away , shocked, they hush lace drenched child cries, centuries lost, the sadness of fox song at midnight, stolen by droning engines of the late homes, thoughtless of the shrouds they rip with petroleum anger, as they snarl past the house of the dead, where Ami sits with Daddy, like they always did.
Hugging the stone, lip ring makes hard contact, locking into the carved grooves; name, date, sad phrase, etched flowers. She kisses the cold face, like a good girl and whispers the words; makes her benediction to the dead, to Daddy; gone but never forgotten. His name written in her heart, so large there never was any room for anyone else.
‘I love you Daddy’, she says. Blackened blue eyes, and red, pierced lips smear damnation’s blessing against the marble, blood flows from their secret place and she sends him back to hell, until next year; same time, same place, dark of night October 31st.