Fingers wrapped around throat
Words pricking your soul
-- little thorns that ebb into your heart,
into your mind.
The image forever framed in
gothic black;
Hung in an alley of my darkest memories.
                                   "I'm not *******
                                         playing around"

A scene from a movie
-- an extra reel of their life
that I heroically,
     no,
tragically
stepped into. Only to be told
kindly,
to *******

We no longer wish to carry the burden
of other lives.
But some things have been ******
within the view of my eyes,
whether I wish to see them, or bid them
farewell.
                         911, what's your emergency?


I think our souls are falling apart.

                                           *-lf-