untitled #4?

Posted on 11:52 AM by Miss Euphoria Jade Oyatz | 0 comments

Touch my lips....
it was a whisper but came booming out....
The silence of death had claimed this land and now it clutched the being lain in his arms.
Though very loud and clear, despite the billowing wind, he leaned in, like he couldn't hear.
But he was yearning for the warmth of her breath.... of her life... he craved the moist feeling he would feel once he withdrew his face.
A reminder that she had just shared a secret with him.
His arms ached but not from her, she was frail and death had been prolonged on this occasion, so he had watched her wither away…
But his arms hurt from holding so tight...
He was trying to hold her together...
Tightening his grasp on her fragile frame...
Keep her longer...
He looked around at the blood stained faces...dead.
Hers was a flawless grey, like she was dying from something other than the massacre that had just taken place.
His whole frame trembled now...
The pain from the deep gash at his side didn't come to mind, it was the one in his chest that was sovereign over the physical.
There was a breaking taking place and he held her tighter.
His blood stained hand prints left a trail on her garment.
It was coming and he couldn't fight it but he couldn't give up either.
This was his life he had scrunched up in his arms… and now she laid still...
Very still...
The breaking had stopped...it had been silenced by the large ripping sound coming from inside of him.
His being seemed to shake the landscape.
The sorrow was deafening.... the pain was warmth.... but unwanted
He stared at her.... blood stained fingers rose to touch blue lips...
To pull feathery strands of hair away from a beautiful face.
And finally... lips leaned in
Life and death shared a kiss...
Touch my lips....I’m going….
Now only a wisper

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