• Why is this place beneath my chest empty?
    I press my hand against it
    no movement
    No life
    I try to draw in a breath
    Abut an ache arises inside me
    Something slides down my check
    Cold and filled with my pain
    My cold unfeeling fingertips brush away those bloody tears
    Sobs erupt, but there is no air for me
    I sink to the floor, shaking
    Why do I feel this way?
    This pain that is above any torture
    His face flashes in my clouded mind
    His eyes pierce mine, making my chest ache
    Fresh tears began to pour
    My hear was dead
    As was my soul without him...