Untitled - A. Savage

She tilted the part of her face that betrayed her loneliness and

Hid it from the world behind convincing eyes

The first responder knows the cruelty of the line

That’s drawn between the edge of death and life

Only I was invited to the moments when she broke

Not as a guest but as a witness to a life lived in the scene of a crime

We are raw ingredients that when mixed explode into a shock of light and

Decay quickly in isolation

The people watched in shock

Their heads hung weighted by

The guilt of being allowed to survive