Guns Under Their Petticoats

My love x


9. ⤗ nueve

Lungs on fire,

tears in eyes,

it's all gone bad.

A cry for help

missed only by the strong.

Countless reassurances fail to succeed

and the loneliness returns.

She waited so long;

hours of emptiness,

days of no one.

And in that last breath,

a surge of pain,

a sense of urgency,

it was the end-

The only thing she could wish-

an end to the endless pain;

a contradictory term.

Something that could never happen.

The belief was seldom there

but this was the beginning of the end.

No more pain,

No more urgency,

No more being.

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