In the beginning it was you
dead and buried in sorrows
still breathing, though
what an exploit
to breathe, to talk, to make love
but be dead, buried and rotting
All she did was to hold her breath
her heart, a traitor in disguise
red, pulsating
churning blood
turning on her breath
it stabbed her in the back
dragged her out of hibernation
called it "love"even when he killed her
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