Fell asleep on your chest and dreamt of the heart beneath. Woke up in a fog to what I'm sure was the first time that I heard Life whisper, "this is what you get."
My head delayed, and dust formed around all of the times I have loved... it was Death that appeared next, standing in the opposite corner... rolling his own tobacco.
I considered acting quickly to bury hope beneath the floorboards, but Life assured me to "go easy."
Life is always the flexible one.
Death on the other hand, never missing an appointment, disappeared into the shadows as the sirens below began to howl.
And while we lay here, the light in our hearts growing dimmer by the day... the smoke and gentle breeze in the battlefield beyond this bedroom remains. Letting us know that they're both still here.
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