Don’t Interrupt, She Told Herself

She feared to break the tender nature he covered under his skin, in his art, his poetry and actions of pure loving emotions. She could not take on the responsibility to rid the world of what she felt was magic, what made her interested in life. Her injection creating rejection, subjugation to existence mundane everyday hinged stead of attractive unhinged. She missed the amazement the more she visited him at this protected field deep in his mind.

The creation sparks as treasure. The darkness defeated by the discovery. The value is recovered nowhere. The last minute you’ve taken with you and forgotten to share with me I thought you’ve loved me but I did not hear your gasps for air as you drowned. How selfish of you to think I’d remember you for the horror of death, the weakness that everyone has. I’ll demand the last minute when I make my journey.