She cuts my chest and slips her hands inside
to warm herself around my fading heart.
It hurts to feel her fingers gently slide
and push my heavy, heaving lungs apart.
She presses close against my dying skin
and softly lays her lips upon my cheek.
I feel her move, embracing me within;
without, I hear the silence as she speaks.
The words are not inspired, they are squeezed
through flesh that feels the murder of their sound.
Each line proceeds, an effluence diseased,
until the proper purgatory’s found.
We stay this way, forever intertwined;
Alone, she whispers to my broken mind.