I look into the eyes of hell
Her whole face bruised and blue
Coated in urine
Swarmed in flies
Crying out
Begging for I don’t know what…and what I can don’t have to give
She snatches my hand
I pull back a little
She takes it back again
She. Does. Not. Let. Go.
And now…
Now it is I who won’t give back
I cannot let her go.
I close my eyes and find her there.
Hell singed into my eyelids.
And if she ever
begins to fade
I will look for her again.
The Bellamy Family 