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I caught a glimpse in the rouge of her face, eyes rimmed in an equal hue…glassine tears threatening…rivulets and blue…I heard her gasp in awe…camera obscura shadow and light…our backs to footfalls and laughter…rolling green…children and DNA factors…I saw it in the tip of her chin and the set of her lips…years in youth…unbeknownst to her…keeping me alive…decades succumb to adulthood…and I know it when I look at her…she was always the light, always the beautiful…she’s the kindness and my peace…and I never knew if I gave her anything but trouble and fear…never knew if I impacted her existence as she has mine…and then I heard it…the undertone of her words…the base note of us…I Got Used To Having You Here…and hell, if I didn’t want my hands on the throat of Death…banishing any possibility…I’d break her heart…break my promises…break our blood…all because I inherited the weak link…

E.A. O'Connell {September 2017}