the moon in the sky does not shine bright enough for you to read the name recurrent on every headstone. not for the girl gifted a choker of crimson delivered by a man who treated his knife like his limb and snuck in with the breeze from her window. the girl whose throat burst with Panic! At the Disco lyrics her hands clenched onto the steering wheel until her car screamed verses flash to screams as she released her last breath. the girl last seen at midnight walking near empty tennis courts jumps as sprinklers awaken pepper spray slips through sweaty palms tumbles to the sidewalk left behind as she’s pulled to the shadows. the girl who choked not on inhaling food but by the thought of it. the girl who laid still amongst carved pumpkins and wooden stakes circus clowns and an unplugged strobe light whose pleas for help blended with the chorus of teens parading around the gravel labyrinth. the girl whose eyes blinked at blank walls shivers run like mice across her body until the wheel left of her chest stopped spinning.