The blood that thinned upon shared breath, has thickened only to thin again, as she reaches for the creamer.

*****.

How dare she, be so beautiful, right as the sutures are removed.

I will just poke my bruises, as i spell her name into mine, unto the darkest, and loneliest of nights.

Complete.

With extra cheese, and colored lights.

Wherein is a sight, of a love, that forebodes from above myself.

That giggles as it grins, before reaching its hand out.

The doubt depleted.