come as you are

She said,

I am but a shell of death
Waiting for my last breath
Lace up my shoelaces
Sew me up with string

He inhaled,

Whistfully wheezing,
A molecule of nothing.
Snuffing up my grief,
My sanity seized.

She said,

They don’t live for me.
But I can’t help it,
Doesn’t make it easy,
Repeating history.

Live, he said,
Breathe for me.

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