the aftermath is a song
breathed through broken lips
*hallelujah, hallelujah
let my lifesong sing to you...*
a hoarse voice lifted
in defiance
she listens to his voice
finds humor in this resistance
she twines his hair around her finger
smiling like war
he is crumpled, broken
supported by a wall of rubble
and her arms are around him
possessive, waiting
his lungs rattle
willpower is all that sustains him
her fingers linger at the corner of his mouth
tracing the words on his lips
*i want to sign your name
to the end of this day*
*Lord led my heart was true
let my lifesong sing to you*
*hallelujah, hallelujah
let my lifesong sing to you...*
his voice trails off
his eyes drift closed
she lifts his frail form
victorious
the ground where he had lain
is stained crimson
her hands are dark
with his blood
his spirit, though
is finally at peace
h.f.m.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
the aftermath is a song
breathed through broken lips
*hallelujah, hallelujah
let my lifesong sing to you...*
a hoarse voice lifted
in defiance
she listens to his voice
finds humor in this resistance
she twines his hair around her finger
smiling like war
he is crumpled, broken
supported by a wall of rubble
and her arms are around him
possessive, waiting
his lungs rattle
willpower is all that sustains him
her fingers linger at the corner of his mouth
tracing the words on his lips
*i want to sign your name
to the end of this day*
*Lord led my heart was true
let my lifesong sing to you*
*hallelujah, hallelujah
let my lifesong sing to you...*
his voice trails off
his eyes drift closed
she lifts his frail form
victorious
the ground where he had lain
is stained crimson
her hands are dark
with his blood
his spirit, though
is finally at peace
h.f.m.
