Black water, still water, cold water
An Ophelia in male form
When you came that day
White as marble, but soft as snow
I think a little part of me died
I know a little piece of me broke
36 hours of waiting, watching the clock creep
Poking and prodding, my body an open map
Who would have thought that that which had nourished you would have almost been your demise?
The human body is strong, but the human body is fragile
And so we found out that day when we got to meet our Pegasus with broken wings
Our little almost-ghost
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Black water, still water, cold water
An Ophelia in male form
When you came that day
White as marble, but soft as snow
I think a little part of me died
I know a little piece of me broke
36 hours of waiting, watching the clock creep
Poking and prodding, my body an open map
Who would have thought that that which had nourished you would have almost been your demise?
The human body is strong, but the human body is fragile
And so we found out that day when we got to meet our Pegasus with broken wings
Our little almost-ghost
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