I remember bright blue skies, fresh country air, and the sound of children playing in the backyard. Before the troops moved in, the burning buildings, the horrible, horrible screaming. Why won’t it end? Why won’t it just stop?
He whispered my darling through the lush of his lips, Delicious words that scorched; burned bittersweet bliss. He spoke my love with such tender release, Numbed my conscience the ravenous marvelous tease.