Fall From Grace

My childhood has a tint,
A dark fantastical tint like I wasn’t a part of it
As if/ I was someone else (and I was?)
A little girl who couldn’t quite get a grip

Fiendish for love. . . I’m not proud;
I remember the noise I made you sound
and all the twisted excitement
A crackling buzz [just under the skin]
& horrid embarrassment (static)
Noticing an old friend’s father in the dark
Watching — us — silently

Sprinting down the street at thirteen (minute to midnight)
They all saw it to be true
I passed under the streetlight &
It
Burnt
Out
Right on cue

-LM

(Authors Note: I’m sorry)