The Hopeless

Every night she paints the sky a little darker, blotting out stars that she’s given up on. Burning balls of dust that her imagination can no longer shoulder. Someone else can have their light; Someone with a little hope left. She’d rather draw in grey scale memories, outline them in crimson. It’s a little more realistic that way; contemporary at least. The few last glowing bits in the horizon give all that is needed for the final strokes of her legacy. A promise to herself, A tribute to the fallen, A gift for those who are sure wander onto the path that she found, so long ago. "Maybe it will save them. Give them what they need to find their way.” She lay her brush unto the stone before her, and let the grass take the blood from her hands before she reaches out. One final star shines in her eyes, the only one left to guide them home. -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved