Entombed in plastic and million dollar magnets a marvel of medical magic mines my mind for defects little pearlescent pearls of impending numbness and degeneration generated by rogue proteins surging through my spine an overwhelming force indiscriminately seeking targets shooting first and never asking questions
Awake. feeling chest pain. Is it my valve? It's nearly a quarter century old. How long do these things last? Titanium, strong, will outlive me, but what about the flesh it's anchored to? Pain is an indicator. What's wrong?
I tick like a clock as it opens and closes, hearing each time it skips a beat. Doctors said it looked real good, but eight months ago, not now.
I have two diseases with the same initials. Shouldn't there be a rule against that? Multiple Sclerosis and Marfan Syndrome. What an awkward pair.
Overlapping symptoms complicating treatment. You think they'd give me a two for one discount?
Beautiful, sweeping, seeping mist Don't weep for me your gentle tears But kiss the trees as only you can Before their youthful leaves turn Gold To be plucked or pulled down by the wind Bewitch the spell till summer comes And turn the Falls' head with drizzlin' As you clasp bare limbs in paleing hands Would you kiss the trees as only you can?
Ms. Mist. Would you kiss the trees as only you can?
The joining of your soul to mine You feel it My heartbeat Through your lips My breath Swirls Like painting light Across your body Fingertips Tracing bliss Of knowing You are mine Of mixing Blessing With desire Of sacred acts Older than memory Of feeling Your soul Blend and curl Under your skin Letting me in Meet me In the place we both know is Home Where I Belong to you With names I cannot remember My aching heart Longs to surrender To everything Without fear Meet me here
Was it worth my life Those few moments of pure real happiness Yes But the reason there was a risk Seems so stupid to me Why couldn't you just have Used your imagination But you couldn't And so it is So it was Worth it But I wish it had been different I wish so much I want a long and Healthy life Full of moments of pure Happiness With you But I am scared now
My whole self offered up. Raw. Like a sacrifice on an ancient stone altar. The oldest and most pure ritual in the world, of one human soul putting itself completely in the hands of another. Surrender. You take me as I am. As I was. As I will be. You have made me yours and I will stop at nothing to bring you peace, happiness, contentment... anything you ever desire. This is my purpose. The answer to all of my whys. The quiet place that was always... Home.