Final Liberty
By, Jess Dickson
Whisper-dust hangs in the air
Murmurs of apologies for long-lost sins
Softly spoken pledges of love
As our eyes, life-devoid catch a glimpse of light
Already forsaken, darkness embraced
Silent-shattered voices merge to question
This secret oath we now abide
As life quietly ebbs from bodies we once moved
Months spent planning this moment
This dying day
Wondering what would have been
Heaven or hell, who will call us home now?
Funny, how we chose this room
Surrounded by blood-scrawled pictures
The red-life-giving liquid was all that was left
Of me, of you
Our only act of liberty
Was to reclaim what was never theirs
Reaching out to you
To me
This dying day
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