Alexa Unger

Carry Me

When he grabbed my hand, I watched as it slowly dissolved into
ash. We both looked as the dark powder drifted and settled on the
ground beneath our feet. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. I
remained silent, unsure of how to answer. He rolled his eyes and
shifted his hold to my arm. “I wouldn’t do that--” but my warning
was too late. The black soot swirled around me, caught up in the
gentle wind that was rustling the leaves. “Would you stop?” he
demanded, now grabbing both of my shoulders. It was no use, my
shoulders crumbled away in seconds. I felt nothing when he
touched me again and again. His fingers now dug into my waist and
that too became ash. Each time his fingers brushed my skin, a
piece of me broke away. He yelled at me to stop, to come back to
him. But I drifted higher, my body broken into thousands of
particles, carried away in the arms of the wind.