Folio · 2017

Gathered Items

Jessica Downing

I cover her frozen frame

with clothing once worn;

wrap my half-naked body

around hers.

Matted hair appears to

discourage the bullet from

escaping in a stream

of blood.

The uneven ditch obstructs

paramedics from assisting me;

I carry her lifeless essence, lay her

upon the stretcher.

My heart forever yours;

Your heart forever blemished.

Your parents anticipate

your arrival.

Folio · 2017