Burial of my loveA Poem by throneThe last time I would ever think of himmy legs burned with the rage of my soul as it thrashed inside the shell of my tortured body. I missed the coldness of his chilled breath, and my limbs ached for the felt of his soft flesh. The death inside of me brought decay to my bone and the pores of my skin. his death brought rot to my heart and disease to mind at the thought. i remember cold days of grey when he sat alone on our bed, never wanting to touch me never wanting to touch life then on other days when the sky was warm, and bright. he smiled even when it was just another bad day for him, but he was thankful for the happiness and he was appreciative of another day even as he died slowly even as he rotted in the inside even as death had chewed him up and spit him out, waiting for the wounds to kill him. knowing his eyes could never gaze upon me knowing his lips could never touch mine knowing his body was just another rotting knowing that i could never say i love you again to him was shattering miserable lonely sick sad it was death.
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