His Last Scream Before Pain
and we were hurtling
through dawn's grey
on some stretch of greyer asphalt
-highway of so much death.
a million miles,
we traveled the speed of sound -
to purge me of something tiny, unwanted.
then the glass shattered,
stung my eyes,
bled me dry of all emotion.
but in that moment
I saw
that he had
your hair,
your mouth,
your piercing black eyes
and my voice echoing
his last scream before pain.
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