She whispers, a prisoner strangled from within. Again she whispers past her pale waning lips,
"You... are."
A cold possession ushers out the warmth from under her tender beige skin.
"Did you -- have you loved me?"
"You. You alone."
I can already see bruised shadows wrapping around her hands. Once whole but reduced now, suffering tragedy to call her "home". My palpitating heart wildly rises in my throat, binding fistfuls of knotted muscle, set to burning. I silently scream, my hands quaking, struggling, chained by futility.
Emptiness violating her flesh, and I, bound by powerlessness, am naught but a witness.
She lies upon a smooth careless table, lost among the wan cascading linen folds.
"She is my failure."
As once one, now disavowed -- despite all my striving, innocence inevitably spites every bead of sweat birthed by hope.
The cold wind setting in, pressing against her chest, evidence of my mistakes. Jogged back, my lips thinning, running along them an unnoticeable quiver.
"You... are."
A cold possession ushers out the warmth from under her tender beige skin.
"Did you -- have you loved me?"
"You. You alone."
I can already see bruised shadows wrapping around her hands. Once whole but reduced now, suffering tragedy to call her "home". My palpitating heart wildly rises in my throat, binding fistfuls of knotted muscle, set to burning. I silently scream, my hands quaking, struggling, chained by futility.
Emptiness violating her flesh, and I, bound by powerlessness, am naught but a witness.
She lies upon a smooth careless table, lost among the wan cascading linen folds.
"She is my failure."
As once one, now disavowed -- despite all my striving, innocence inevitably spites every bead of sweat birthed by hope.
The cold wind setting in, pressing against her chest, evidence of my mistakes. Jogged back, my lips thinning, running along them an unnoticeable quiver.
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