With Love and Gratitude
any pronouns work honestly I could care less
(8/14)

Nod your head to the beat of death—
and the fresh blood ceaselessly split down on the floor, as I faintly sensed your body gradually getting cold. Within my narrowing vision, your ragged breath made certain your presence. At the end of the earth that was coming to a close again, we shared the same desolation and heartbeat for a fleeting moment.