White Cross: As If

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Name: Jack
Story: Epsilon
Colors: White Cross 14. Instant Karma
Word Count: ~150
Rating: PG
Notes: So why wouldn't superheroes write poetry?


spiders crawling the web-shattered screen
music up too loud, black eyes daring anyone
to say something, to complain, to offer
to save her, and I'd swear she can see through me,
x-ray vision to the spandex under my jeans.

I watch her put on makeup, flawless hands
on a jerking train, the most graceful fly I've ever seen
caught, tied, twisting, a trapeze artist who's far more
elegant than I've ever been in the air

as if you can save me, she glares.
I've been caught looking, I'm the one left twisting,
awkward. as if.

she walks away from the train into the sunset-night,
into the park across the street. I could follow her-
I'm not the fastest, but it wouldn't be hard-
but the doors close and I let her go.

as if I could save her.
as if I could save anyone.
as if.