Work Text:
I hear the shattering of your spine
it breaks
you
and echoes the shattering of my
heart.
I see your face twist in pain,
contort,
quick;
and I feel your pain twist in
my gut.
Hard
I taste the anguish of the bullet
ripping
you.
I taste the metal of my
heart; cold
dead.
I fear the closing of your
eyes that
shine
like a metallic glint in
the dark
night.
I hear the mutation of metal
destroy
you.
I feel the echo of your pained cry
destroy
me.