It sparked the ember ashes of the faded light – the breathing went ragged. The liquids drifting from the eyes were filthy and unclear. It echoed the pirouetted dark fogs from the inside.
“I hope we’ll be fine.”
As if these words would bind the open wounds. Where was the reassurance for such uncalled farewell? My thoughts remembered we would stay; we should have.
“I’m filled with wonder…”
“It’s not working.”
Why should it, when all we ever were was short-circuited wires – I thought we loved it that way.
“I thought you love destructive.”
A burdened sigh. “I thought so too.”
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