Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Funeral.

When the water fell from the sky I opened my windows
I put my hand into the space and caught the rain
It traced a path down my arms
And stopped at the base of my spine

You're mine it whispered softly
I'm yours it quietly reassured
As I floated upward to my destination
The silence was no longer so loud 

My feet no longer held weight
My mind no longer thoughts
My lack of a heartbeat
For the third day In a row
A fear I no longer have to tow

I'm not sure what will happen to the others
But I can't even hear their screams
I'm lost in the air that's around me
And somehow without lungs, I can still breathe.

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