Ghosts

Today is day 3072.

It’s been years since I last saw you.

I remember you crying,

You never were all that death-defying.

I think I saw it in you obsidian eyes,

That night we said our very last good-byes.

I have had to kill you.

Your dress was stained red, from light-blue.

(I grabbed your little ruby heart in my fist and squeezed,

Until your blood ran through my fingers like water.) 

You made every one pity you.

You made me kill you, didn’t you?

(I cut out your tongue with the scissors you used to cut at me,

And put it under my pillow to help me sleep)   

And now, here we are, together at last.

Down, down, down in the deep.