It's been awhile since that nightmare; I haven't cried since then. I've never cried tears of joy or wept out of fear like I did in your kitchen
Failing to protect ones I love is a haunting notion.
You're a living ghost that reminds me of a mistake. A Victorian-era opaque mist that keeps me up most nights, reminding me of the edge I walked
You inspire equal parts of love, terror, and loyalty
Although we made it through that hell physically unscathed, we didn't make it out unchanged. Overramped on stolen speed Living apparition, don't ever leave
I understand what happens when a piece of you is given to another: you grow as you give. When part of you dies, you feel it for the entirety of your life
Written out reflection of the most important and cataclysmic event almost one year later.