It hurts.

That’s life, I suppose.

But why does it bite and slice,

Till my flesh deep below is exposed like a sinning nun.

I’ll say it again, till my lungs are broken and bloody,

I’m in pain.

And I’m not feeling any better.

I’d sing you a song about my anguish, yet it may be too raw for the likes of you.

A bloody tissue sits on my bedside table,

You ask about my bloody nose and I don’t understand,

I’ve not had a bloody nose for years.

Until it hits me and I choke.

With the final flickering of the lights,I took a deep breath, knowing I had done everything I could to save us.

Or at least you.