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We slipped astray and danced in the rhythms of erratic heartbeats—melted away and seeped into this erotic nightmare.

I had hoped that this would be our final fall, but we always came back.

The ashes left in our wake call us, taunting with smoke clouded memories.

You said ‘It needs to end.’

(We never paid you enough attention.)

Beyond the fields of war, paper planes have folded and lay torn, like death fallen leaves on the empty battlefield.

I watched as you ran and fell to the ground to make angels in the cinders.

But the remains still burned, catching your hair and flesh ablaze.

Forgive me.

Close…so very close.

The fire consumes you, from marrow to skin; you are now scorched in my gratitude.



I realize.

It must end.

I look to the flame in the distance, praying with mesmerized eyes.

Longing for the passion of eternal suicide, I try again not to falter.

I will find you.

(I will find myself.)

Spreading battered wings…take flight into perpetual midnight.

There is a fire inside, a desire not sated.

I know.

(I hope.)

I will survive.