On Loving and Leaving

"Take me away," she said.

So he took her away.

Planted his seed in her head and it took root in her heart.

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"I am hungry," she said.

So he fed her.

Poured his red blood-wine and baked his bone-bread.

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"I am tired," she said.

So he built her a bed.

Filled her pillow with his soul bits and sang his sorrow as she drifted away.