Sorrow(less)

And your hands

Were cold

At my throat

 

‘Do it’

I whispered

‘For both of us’

 

But a shudder

Ran through you

Like a wave

Of realisation

 

Still your hands

Remained

Cold skin

To cold skin

 

‘Won’t you do it?’

I asked

‘You don’t strike me

As weak…’

 

And then it was ended

 

 

I am Sorrow(less)