relief;
tying her
together,
her heart,
wrapped in white,
and
in
blue,
maybe a little pink.
deciphering the truth
through all these strings,
half-knotted, half-tearing
and half still thick with light.
and
glowing
happiness,
desire
radiating through her
letting the world know
where her life will go in ten years
or maybe fifteen.
these two,
these very few
can touch
and
feel
and let themselves care
oh, they do, they do.
lights decorating their eyes
their clothes loose and ill-fitting.
she doesn’t mind;
he doesn’t mind.
lungs swimming within her
and letting out sighs,
sighs of
hidden
relief
buttery love
and creamy
forgiveness
chloroform their
necks