The fever took her - quietly, suddenly.
One moment she was lying still,
the next her blood had been boiled and her hair was burning
so that there was a constant glow about her face.
In moments like these,
where her body and her brain were two separate entities,
she could think only of the way her skin joined
in perfect harmony
behind her ears.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
The fever took her - quietly, suddenly.
One moment she was lying still,
the next her blood had been boiled and her hair was burning
so that there was a constant glow about her face.
In moments like these,
where her body and her brain were two separate entities,
she could think only of the way her skin joined
in perfect harmony
behind her ears.
For my love.
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