slowly,
slowly
you fall in slow-motion:
eyes wide
as you realize you are falling
and as your hand is ripped
out of mine
ruby lips agape
i’m entranced by the shock
that is spread across your face
the shock that you feign
because, c’mon-
we both saw this coming
but unlike you,
i opted to cross
the street and let you go
your head smacks the ground
splitting open like a juicy watermelon
the fresh flesh gushing out of the cracks
forming rivulets that crawl over the pavement
like red highlights in your hair
© 2017 Vic Romero