A Young Death by Blossom Mack

The sound of angels echoed silently
And a beam of light hit your face
An angel in the eyes of a nonbeliever
A miraculous moment
A feeling that captivates with no need of release
Then, suddenly the body reject the transfusion
The heart begins to overflow with emotions
Feeling of drowning as the lungs franticly gasp
Choking from the solid core of panic left in the throat
As sleepiness begins to take over
Slowly . . . .
Ever so slowly . .
Drifting more and more
Until the inevitable is to occur
Leaving us naked
And our love bruised and fatally beaten to a young death


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