In all its unfairness her skin turns to pale blue but that wound won't stop bleeding and bleeding and bleeding all that red spilling out of her as if it doesn't have a home. Someone give her a chance to taste his kiss, his beautiful kiss, someone give him back to her, let her wish she had more than she does now, let her keep him still, let her keep him somehow.
Give back the smile and the fields and the hope and innocence of a cosmic universe that wouldn't be lost in all that is wrong, give her something to go on, get her back to him, put her in his hold, in his eyes, don't rip her out of his heart, that's too cruel, that's too much.
Don't forget me don't forget me don't forget me because she's still here, she's floating somewhere along and her hair is tangled in the seaweeds and her love spilling out with all that red and she's empty empty empty empty but she's still so full, bittersweet abandon, no one is at fault, no one can be blamed, not even him-no.
Not even him, poor soul, descended from the sky to strike her down in all his rage and yet he aches like a lost little boy and maybe they could have saved him too, they could have saved so many people, she could have seen the world for what it is, and what is she supposed to do now, there's still so much to do, so many words unspoken, secrets that no one will ever know, secrets that drowned with her.
Give back her flowers.
Let them bloom and blossom, please, let them grow.