Before Last May.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Losing a loved one.

Submitted: December 22, 2013

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Once upon a time, he told me his love would whisper through my ear, every minute, of every day.
It would be delicate and enveloped like the plush of a powder puff.
He bought a place just for us, in the emerald forest; a beautiful hut. 
He told me his love would whisper through my ear, every minute, of every day.
Two minutes, three minutes, four minutes, five…
I found him in the emerald but his whisper was not alive. 
His throat was cut, 
on a day last May.
His blood was a spray,
a true mess I dare say.
I fell to the moss, a knife taken to my gut.
He told me his love would whisper through my ear, every minute, of every day.
Now, I sit and wait, for the day
before last May. 


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