and with reckless abandon, he threw his arms around her
inhaling her all too familiar scent of roses and wood.
he told her, "i'll love you till the day i die"
burying her head in the crook of his neck,
she breathed deeply, and whispered
barely above the sigh of the wind, "i love you today",
before holding his hand in an icy grip over the side of the bed
the machines beeping as he stroked the needles in her arm
she closed her eyes.
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Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
