felo de se

by Marocharim

let this be death.

you and me, our necks wrapped in nooses made from the same rope
our bodies swinging and hanging by the same gallows.
as your weight bears down to break your body and breath
i ascend, dying at every inch of the way, till my blind eyes meet the sun.

let me be beside you, or behind you, as you point that gun to yourself.
let me hold it steady, both our fingers on the trigger
and let me catch the bullet that takes your last breath.
as we fall in embrace, my dying body keeps your cold, frozen corpse warm.

if i can’t stop you from dying
let me be the one to take the pen out of your hand
and give you a reason for every breath
before you write your name for the last time.

let this be life.