I have never written an honest to goodness love poem.
And guess what?
Today was no exception.
They were soul mates
they would exist for each other, breathe as one, dream as one
be as one
in this world and beyond
they swore to each other
upon a stack of her fancy underwear that clung to her aged flesh like moss covering a rotting tree
And then one day
he chocked to death and she died of fright from the sight of his
blue face and bulging eyes begging her for air, for life, for her to pickup
the damn phone and call for help.
Nobody found them right away.
Nobody witnessed their souls
ultimately flying solo from this life
they destroyed together.
Unless you count the rats and flies.
They saw it all
in the end.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Solo