screams

It is about loss

Something is tearing at my throat

my mind races

what is it?

aliens? I don't want to go like that.

I know what it is, 

my mind is only trying to shield me from the pain

of losing you

to the fire

the fire which gave us combustion engines

which propelled bullets, to shoot you

to kill you.

you can't be dead,

I don't know what to do without you

I can't live

but if I take my own life, will I tear at someone's throat,

will I make them cry?

Oh yes, It was pain tearing through my throat, in the only way it could think of

screams

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