Was it a word that made you mad?
Was it the look I have you as I stand
in arms length away from you?
Arms length in sets of two.
I'm confused
at how you are my noose.
We were hanging,
attracting all the bugs as we sway in the wind.
I looked over,
there was no movement in your shoulders.
No longer kicking and awake.
Red in the face when your life was replaced
with a coffin.
Wood and velvet.
Silk but quiet.
Laid in dirt, now I'm smiling.
Our names were carved
into marble scars.
Now people will know who we are.