When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to pay
Here you are now dead, So many words the reaper would not let me tell you
So now I must whisper my sweet sorrow and unforgiven secrets to you
So now I must hide your scars and try to heal and comfort what is left of you
So now I must pick up your pieces and fix your lifeless body
So now I must live in misery as you conceitedly took your own life as well too
Cut - Short StoryCut - Short Story11 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My fingers slide over the keyboard. Sweaty and shaking. I see how my blood leaves a slippery trail from the "d" to the "i". It hurts, but I bite my lip and resist the urge to scream. I have to send this mail. It's the last thing I have to do before I'll leave. My index finger presses the "e" and I stop there for a second before my finger continues to end the sentence with a dot. Yes, I'm done.
With my other hand I reach for the mouse and with wet eyes I look at the button "send". It's blurred and I can barely read it. My hand starts to shake.
But you have to send it. You have to!
As I click, a sob escapes my mouth and another tear rolls down from my eye. The tear mingled with my mascara and turned black. I know look terrible. And I don't care, not anymore. I look at my metal chess set. The white king fell and lies there. Defeated. The black king stands beside him. Cold. Hard. No emotion. That's me. I killed myself. And I don't care.
You do care! You heard me? And y