Glowsticks

they told you they didn’t know that throats could burn and chests could drown inside themselves, so I told you I didn’t know that necks could snap on impact in the shallow end like glowsticks on the fourth of July: the kind that leak neon colors onto your fingertips and still radiate light when they sink deep and deeper and deeper into the pool and you still see a blurry remnant under the glassy water. I’m not talking about the glowsticks you’ve used; the kind that burn at one end into the edges of your mind until your childhood is completely turned to ash. you said you didn’t know where you put them and I said I didn’t know; maybe they’re at the bottom of the pool with the memories that glow even after the light has gone out.