Wait Here. With The Worms.

My mother cautions me on your death, yet. 

I necromance you, anyway.

And, your new breath feels better. 

It is purple and blue. 

The only place my soul stays.

There! This dark room! 

Your aperture, slow. 

“Oh, my darling… who will suffer alongside you?”

I ask. And, of course, I receive no reply. 

I got it right this time.

I bring you up to my mouth and just like that we smile together.

Again.