Paved

Small crimson bubbles,

Pulled up from ruined lungs

held

Unpopped on her lips

Gathered in the corners of her

mouth

opening, closing

Pulling at air that wouldn’t budge

Wordlessly mouthing over and over,

“What have you done? “

 

His eyes bulged,

Frantic

Found her,

Locked,

Read the question perfectly,

Rasped over and over,

“The right thing. I am so sorry, the right thing”

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