Happily Ever After

Breathe!

With one swift pump to her chest, he commanded her heart to beat.

DAMMIT! BEAT!

His hands began shaking as blood formed a puddle beneath his knees.

No air was pumping through her lungs.

No beat making music in her heart.

He kept pumping her chest, silently praying to the man upstairs for an answer. Making sinless compromises with whom he served, giving what he had in order to take back what he loved.

As if God cut the deal short with a simple glance at his sincere heart, he felt his pump collide with a thump; her heart beats.

Still no air flowed freely but as if his tender kiss could resurrect the dead, he kissed then blew as hard as he could; in return a sweet kiss with refilling air.

Still blood poured out her sides, no tape could stop it; faintly in the distance sirens stirred, hope found its way back into their lost hearts.

A life too blessed to lose, a love too treasured to shatter; a happy ending tumbling right after.

Q1

In my own country I am in a far-off land.

I am strong but have no force or power.

I win all yet remain a loser.

At break of day I say goodnight.

When I lie down I have a great fear of falling.

– Francois Villon ❤

Heartless

One pill.
Two pills.
Three pills.
Four.

Its become a habit. She looks at the empty pill bottles, staring at them wishing they could stop her.

Five pills.

With each pill, she fades, hoping the her world collapses, her mind shut downs, her body withers.

Six pills.

Those who care are far too clueless to see her changes. No one can see her for what she really is.

She gives up, nothing else matters.

More pills, more fading, then death.