it wasn't a traceable crime because my fingerprints were inside latex gloves
i'm not angry anymore
adrenaline's all gone
but still jealous of you
prom queen
beautiful, though i'm much younger
your legs are alabaster perfect
but now seeping up from your ankles
periwinkle blue
your fingers always graceful
like a toy dancer i once had as a child
perfectly arched
like cake icing
but now cold as ice
prom is over
the flashing lights, sweaty men, and bustle that was all around you
the cries as you left
cheers when you came back
but then you stole the show
you, and your beautiful blue eyes
and perfect chin
everyone heartbroken when you left early
so they left too
now it's just me
all alone in this room with you
perfectly still
no noise
the simple girl you never noticed
the one bringing you water
picking up after you
i'm so close to you now
i can hear you not breathing
envious of the prom queen
now clean
tubes and lines
removed and placed in your valentine red biohazard accessories bag
i leave my fingerprints
in peeled off gloves
write your name
on the toe tags
& then zip
your fragile beauty
should be in glass
but instead now
yellow plastic
and i?
back to the self loathing
ugly wallflower
i will always
alive
be