Caught

Slotted rocks filter rays of starlight onto her hair, her face.
Beautiful and broken, her ankle anchored to granite.
“Go,” she whispers.
My stare like a pinky swear. “I’ll come back for you.”
Then I run, a comet trailing dust and tears.

 

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