The game.
Night falls, the terror
arises.

Pain.
The scream and the clash of metal.
The cannon.

I see you. Muddled
brown. Mossy
green.
O, how you have faded as
time progressed.

The dragging.
I'm not admitting.
Your blood;
it's on the grass over there.

Lead to the dark.
Is it safe?
They're destroyed...

indefinitely...?

We fell asleep;
I was supposed to keep guard. To keep
you safe.

A parachute; a package
a penny for my thoughts; your
thoughts. Are they mine, too?

I wait,
and soon I am running. Running for
my life and trying to keep yours.
Do they play for keeps? You need
to stay alive.

The blue man.
He saves you, he saves me
I only had to keep you alive.

You kiss me. Does it feel like him?
Or has the change already begun.



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