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Midnight Malarkey

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We’re Gold

I opened my eyes to hers. They’re as lively as spring. They’re smiling. Her long, black hair tickled my cheeks.

“Happy first anniversary!” she hugged me before burying her face under some pillows.

“Do you think we’ll make it to fifty?” her voice was barely audible.

“I know we will.”

I kissed the palm of her smooth hand. She smiled and closed her eyes, slowly fading back to sleep.

She opened her eyes to mine. They’re as lively as spring. They’re smiling. Her nearly white hair tickled my forehead.

“Happy anniversary,” I hugged her, careful not to disturb the hoses covering her face.

“We made it to fifty,” her voice was barely audible.

“I know.”

I kissed the palm of her wrinkled hand. She smiled and closed her eyes, slowly fading away.

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Dandan

Engkau tak kukenal lagi.

Rambutmu acak-acakan dan keriting bagai tanduk kambing. Samar-samar ada bau gosong. Sepertinya kau terlalu lama memakai catokan. Apa yang terjadi, kawan?

Kedua matamu terbuka namun tak melihat. Mereka terlihat bulat dan mengerikan, hasil lensa kontak yang kau pakai sebagai siasat. Awalnya untuk terlihat cantik, namun sekarang kau buta.

Bibirmu merah. Semerah darah. Dan ternyata memang darah yang kulihat menetes-netes. Kau torehkan pisau di sekujur mulutmu demi mendapat warnah merah yang sempurna.

Baumu tak manusia lagi, tertutup rias dan pewangi. Pewangi yang menghilangkan manusiamu.

“Aku sudah cantik, kan?”

Aku mengangguk, lupa sejenak kau tak bisa melihat. Tapi tanpa menunggu jawabku terdengar kau mulai terbahak. Di depanmu ada cermin dengan pantulan kesempurnaan; rambut ikal, mata bundar, bibir penuh dan merah menggoda.

Aku tak mau mengikuti jejak itu. Aku pun melangkah pergi, dengan kekeh tawa gilamu mengiringi.

Untaian memori yang kau kenakan di lehermu sungguh indah, andai ia tidak mencekikmu. Ups, masa depanmu hilang. Sepertinya dibunuh kenangan.

She said I was shining. I wonder if I shone half as bright as the reflected light of the blade I’ve been keeping for her.

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