a final breath

nine pm:

zoe and annabelle brushed their teeth

after a lovely salad, drenched in vinaigrette

and laid their heads to rest in their london flat

dark and light fingers gently intertwined

zoe's dark locks mingled with belle's firey head of red

one am:

asleep, zoe dreams of annabelle

summers spent in paris

and winters in their living room

the glow of the fireplace reflecting in shining eyes

two am:

belle dreams of her zoe jane

a hanukkah with zoe's family

and their daughter's first production

shining eyes apparent on their not-so-little girl

six am:

zoe's light snores disappear from the soundtrack of the room

and fingers still clinging to her wife, her pulse is gone.

six-oh-one am:

belle's deep breathing grows lighter and shallow

caressing zoe's hand, she is no more.

six pm:

the coroners arrive on the scene

phoned in by their visiting daughter

the whole street cried for them

but their daughter shed no tears

she knew what they'd have said:

"as long as we've each other,

we have nothing to fear."

Reviews

[deeps]

Can feel the emotion and anxiety in this write
Welll written and nice flow of words used.
But "There is nothing to fear but fear itself"
Well written write.

[Bran the Broken]

interesting, bittersweet and sad--the details are nicely done, just enough imagery to give a sense of beauty and setting to the emotion...