The movement was incapacitated,
and the time was occupied with not
existing. For he was capable of showing
pre-eminence over me in no time — I
stand alone, the colors of mine evanesce.
The pieces of what was left of him were
in my au naturel, blood-covered hands,
slowly breaking into even smaller pieces.
I could not think to do it, I could not do
it even if I tried — I wish not to live
without you. My body abides to remain
close to yours, feeling every breathe
and every heart beat. I covet the gone
as all the senses of mine grew to be more
mystified, more demoralized, once they
were unable to locate that soft sound,
that rapid beat I endear so very much. It
definitely had been more than what they
call days — certainly more since you left
me in the dark, heartless. The osculator —
the name given to you by the many souls
surrounding us. The souls that once had
a body, the souls you stole as you connected
the lips of yours to the lips of a complete
stranger. I could not help but stare at that
sight of your lips finding a home, a home
that banished the image of me in it. And
so my soul rests the rest I did not hope
for — unabridged, viable & mortal.
— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳.