There they stood. Torn at the seams and broken at the center of it
all. She says something he cannot hear, vision is blurring and
everything is unclear. He touches her arm, his touch is cold as ice. She
tries to shake the pain, brush off his touch, but she can't seem to
move now, frozen in time. The bruises don't show, they lie at her soul,
bruised where he can't see the damage inflicted.
She was standing by the door, the dark purple and ivory curls flying about her porcelain face. He was standing on the other side of the door, the tears of lost butterflies burning up the stillness. The rubies were falling in crimson raindrops to the worn wooden floor. They scramble to recover the moments long gone, standing there cringing from the hand of no one.
He is sitting on the ground, back to the wall, eyes un-blinking. Lifeless man's gaze into the void of broken sunshine. Only a dead man could know the truth. Eviscerated, his hands are missing, his eyes cut from his skull, only the bloody absence remains. They see more than the eyes ever did. Gun-smoke hangs them both, gray crystals encircling their necks and choking the breath from their crushing lungs.
She gasps, the knife twists between the ribs and the sickening crunch causes her lids to widen. She flutters, a wingless bird trying to fly away. Her black eyes don't close, the sounds of death escaping her soul. Blinded, she finally sees. Hollowed, she is finally full. Chained, she is finally free.
Severing the cords, they slump together. Putrescent love stories told by blanching bones. He soulless against the wall, she emptied upon the staining wood floor. Twisted and entwined, they rot in the exquisite quiet. Dying butterflies across their ruby lips. Sealed with that morphing kiss, sworn to perpetual silence.
She was standing by the door, the dark purple and ivory curls flying about her porcelain face. He was standing on the other side of the door, the tears of lost butterflies burning up the stillness. The rubies were falling in crimson raindrops to the worn wooden floor. They scramble to recover the moments long gone, standing there cringing from the hand of no one.
He is sitting on the ground, back to the wall, eyes un-blinking. Lifeless man's gaze into the void of broken sunshine. Only a dead man could know the truth. Eviscerated, his hands are missing, his eyes cut from his skull, only the bloody absence remains. They see more than the eyes ever did. Gun-smoke hangs them both, gray crystals encircling their necks and choking the breath from their crushing lungs.
She gasps, the knife twists between the ribs and the sickening crunch causes her lids to widen. She flutters, a wingless bird trying to fly away. Her black eyes don't close, the sounds of death escaping her soul. Blinded, she finally sees. Hollowed, she is finally full. Chained, she is finally free.
Severing the cords, they slump together. Putrescent love stories told by blanching bones. He soulless against the wall, she emptied upon the staining wood floor. Twisted and entwined, they rot in the exquisite quiet. Dying butterflies across their ruby lips. Sealed with that morphing kiss, sworn to perpetual silence.
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