paralysis leaks down my limbs
starting from the ribcage, the
heart and lungs, and creeping cold
across the paths of blood and tissue
settling, at last, inside my toes
oh yes, my love,
I would by lying if I said
I was alive
for you have slowed my breath
I feel my pulse drone weary
carrying the sting of heartache
into each corner of my body
but wait, and soft,
I hear a flutter somewhere in the deep
for no, my love,
I would be lying if I said
I had been killed
as you are but a chapter in this book
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