Poem is by Sue Hubbared and does not belong to me.
Epilogue
I am not afraid as I descend,
step by step, leaving behind the salt wind
blowing up the corrugated river,
the damp city streets, their sodium glare
of rush-hour headlights pitted with pearls of rain;
for my eyes still reflect the half remembered moon.
Already your face recedes beneath the station clock,
a damp smudge among the shadows
mirrored in the train's wet glass,
will you forget me? Steel tracks lead you out
past cranes and crematoria,
boat yards and bike sheds, ruby shards
of roman glass and wolf-bone mummified in mud,
the rows of curtained windows like eyelids
heavy with sleep, to the city's green edge.
It was long after Dumbledore's funeral when Kaiya jumped. The summer holidays had begun brining with another heavy heat wave only interrupted by one miserable weekend of rain, it was on this weekend that Kaiya made the grim decision to end her life.
For the majority of the summer all the adults had been making plans to build some centre or another, we had been staying at the Burrow but on this rainy weekend Kaiya Floo home. She'd been spending her time trailing around in that awful wedding dress like a ghost. Harry was almost as bad, he hardly even talked about what happened in the hut we had to find everything out from Ron, Hermione and even Draco.
I could see how her last hours on earth must have been; we all had a vague idea of what happened from the open window to the empty bottle of pills and how she was found.
She swallowed the packet of sleeping pills whole as she fingered the silk of her wedding dress, which she refused to wash. Standing up on unsteady feet Kaiya staggered towards her window briefly stopping to retch a little spittle slipping from her mouth to land on the carpet that was stained with her muddy footprints. Kaiya unsteadily opened her window and ducked out to stand on the balcony. Her body wavering as she looked down at her white picket fence (something that was removed soon after the accident).
The honey haired girl shut her eyes and swayed finally taking that final plunge she stepped of into empty space. She fell through the air weightless like a misty piece of wind.
Kaiyas body was found impaled on one of the spikes from the fence, she was so thin that the whole spike went right through her. The coroner said she was so full of pills she probably didn't even feel it. We thought this would be the last of all the tragedy that seemed to follow us all around this year, but little did we know that it was only the beginning.
Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fast
the memory of the song you once whispered in my ear.
Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair.
You turned to look.
Second fly past like birds.
My hands grow cold. I am ice and cloud.
This path unravels.
Deep in hidden rooms filled with dust
and sour night-breath the lost city is sleeping.
Above the hurt sky is weeping,
soaked nightingales have ceased to sing.
Dusk has come early. I am drowning in blue.
I dream of a green garden
where the sun feathers my face
like your once eager kiss.
Soon, soon I will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light.
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By Breathing Junkie