74.

The beauty of the
sky holds, as stars mirror this
emotion's disease.

73.

Wonderful things did
happen today too. When do
we remember that?

72.

This tortured version
of mimed hearts paints itself
a stained mockery.

71.

There is little as
satisfying as the pain
when my tongue whips him.

70.

The pulse of his breath
will never escape my lungs.
Choking down history.

69.

I will forever
be haunted by her face, cast
in memories.

68.

The wind rustles through
the trees and brushes down my
hair like soft fingers.