Hidden away on the inside of the jacket he found a letter, its creases worn. It was one he had read a thousand times, but that he'd not seen in quite some time. The jacket, a black, leather biker’s jacket which he'd once worn nearly every day, had been tucked away in the corner of his closet. The motorcycle he’d long ago gotten rid of, but he couldn’t ever bring it on himself to get rid of the jacket. Once more, he opened the letter and read.
I sold my soul at the crossroads.
A penny for a black market deal.
Wasn't until I saw my soul
strung up before me that I realized
It seemed like it had been so long since he had been here. Really, it had only been a few months. But in those few months he'd lived an entire life. Time slowed down now that she wasn't there. Walking to the rock, "their rock" as they had come to call it, brought back a burst of memories--her giggling as she slipped on the moss, the sunlight spilling through the clouds across her face, a single kiss stolen before a wave splashed them both with sea spray. He could feel the now familiar way his heart began to pound harder and faster. , his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He sat down on the rock, the waves lapping at his feet, and waited for the panic attack to subside. He had forgotten to bring his pills, which the doctor had prescribed after he'd nearly lost his mind at the funeral. He'd never experienced a panic attack before then and had assumed he was dying of grief. How stupid of him to forget the pills now, on such an important day--their wedding day.
The city burned, fire lighting up the night sky. Adelaide turned her head away. They would pay, whether with their lives or with grief and despair she did not care. She was close enough she could still feel the warmth of the blazes brushing her cheeks. “Let’s go, Shadow,” she whispered to her horse, nudging him with her knees. His huff could barely be heard as he obeyed, taking her further into the forest. The snapping of twigs beneath his feet echoed across the otherwise eerily silent woods. As they travelled, Adelaide thought of the events leading up to this midnight ride.
On Saturn, diamonds fall instead of rain.
This giant planetary ball of gas
circles in its starry, dark terrain
with jagged rings of stony ice, a reign
I am plummeting to my death,
yet for now I make no sound.
Daringly I dropped from the smoky-grey clouds.
I watch below as people dart from cars,