bluetreehugger

I kiss her forehead, she doesn't flinch. The music on the radio dies down and I hear nothing but her shallow breathing and the beeping of the machines. I squeeze her hand and whisper in her ear. She replies by squeezing back. I take the pillow and press it onto her face, she doesn't struggle, she accepts the gift others deny her. I press harder, tears rolling down my cheek. In her last moments she squeezes my arm in thanks, then leaves me. I will take whatever punishment they throw at me, as long as she is free.

I kiss her forehead, she doesn't flinch. The music on the radio dies down and I hear nothing but her shallow breathing and the beeping of the machines. I squeeze her hand and whisper in her ear. She replies by squeezing back. I take the pillow and press it onto her face, she doesn't struggle, she accepts the gift others deny her. I press harder, tears rolling down my cheek. In her last moments she squeezes my arm in thanks, then leaves me. I will take whatever punishment they throw at me, as long as she is free.

i can recall being much younger than i am today, and whispering to you what is beauty? and you calmly smiling saying i'd never know true beauty till i threw myself at the open sea and just let go [little did we know, later in our years, true beauty would appear in the way of a soulless dreamer, a girl with never-enough-breath, a wish among the stars and giants within the universe; and i'd dream of brushing her then long, blonde hair, kissing the flaking stars in her eyes to help her sleep at night.]