There we were still existing in a pause between breaths that attempted to move life forward. Our mouths were wide with smiles and our eyes frozen never seeing the day we grew apart.
OctPoWriMo Day 8: The Sickness She fades in and out of the haze trying to grasp reality. Her new cough and shaky breath have become her banality. High fevers and hot sweats plague the entirety of her nights, As white blood cells guard the body in ongoing fights. She keeps tissue on the end table [...]