SeniorA Poem by caisrusso"I was so mentally screwed up that I stayed with him."
when I was fourteen a senior at my school
turned down the radio and then picked up his phone and looked down to find half of his body severed at the waist, a tree where his feet used to feel the ground beneath them. they say he lived for three hours after the accident because the car he had totaled was holding him so tightly that the metal acted as a tourniquet and gave him a death so slow i wonder if his mother showed up to hold his hand or she stayed at home so she wouldn't have to see what happened. i wonder if i saw you coming like the tree saw the incoming vehicle, spreading out his branches to stop my friend from crashing into something else. i wonder if i always knew you were dangerous, if when we kissed it tasted like squealing breaks and skinned knees and burning rubber and guard rails ripped from their homes, i wonder if i knew you were my end and i still pressed down on the accelerator. i keep staring at my hands, trying to find the part of me you used to make up but it's just kind of gone, and god, this hurts so bad it almost doesn't hurt at all. i was always good at compartmentalizing. maybe i will get drunk and tell you everything. maybe i will be friends with that new girl you're seeing. maybe i'm already dead and i just haven't actually realized it yet.
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