the monster you became and the death we walk into together

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It kills us really bad, doesn’t it? Your eyes that lost its spark and mine that slowly rusted. Tears drowning too fast I can’t even help to shed. Your shoulder’s shaking as my whole body’s trembling. It kills us really bad, doesn’t it?

So you lost the fight, don't you? So the monster's still there living comfortably inside you.

I cupped your skinny cheeks in my tremoring hands. I scrutinized every inch of your unfamiliar face. I whisper in the way little creatures would that you have done your best to stay alive. Right when I bring your head closer now that our foreheads are ones.

And I hug you tight hoping the warm would last longer than forever. Certainly knowing that by this I'll bring us closer to hell. That by this we're coming to the death we avoided with our own bare hands. But, honey, weren't you sent to slaughter both of us down?