When The Dead Come Alive

from Good Morning, Midnight by Becky Becky

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“Here’s to you,” I raise my glass, “but now you have to go.” “You can’t kiss me and say that,” he says, “you can’t tell me there’ll be no show.” I see a blue crescent moon. A scar smile across his throat. Each hand wrings the other, like a baker working dough and there we are. Struggling on the bed. My dress torn open at the neck. He’s holding me down. My knees clamped together. “We have all night,” he says, “we have forever.” His fingers gripping my arm. His knee pushed between mine. “We have all night,” he says, “we have time.” This is just a game. I shut my eyes. This is just a game for a worthless prize. I’m strong as the dead, but I must shut my eyes because it hurts when the dead come alive. “Now, that wasn’t so bad,” he says as he straightens his tie. He’s looking in the glass. I put my arm over my eyes. I don’t want to see him go in case he says ‘goodnight’. The door shuts without a word. I turn over onto my side. I make myself as small as possible. I draw my knees up to my chin. My mouth is swollen and bleeding from where it was bitten. There’s blood on the white sheets. There’s blood on your handkerchief.