#finalbreath

As the sun on the horizon bids good night

and the leaves from the trees plunged into eternal sleep.

As the grass beneath my feet fell frigid

and as the sky turned to grey,

The undeviating feet of Nature, started to sway.

The alluring beauty of flowers on spring,

Altered so suddenly into autumn's ring.

As the limbs of its petals fell to rest,

Upon death's dancing fest.

Nature's course has began to change,

As she holds the ground until her death,

And takes her final breath.

What was once an enchanting thing,

Consumed entirely by its ending.

death takes on a new new in your mouth, when someone closest to you dies.

death takes on a sour taste when you witness someone taking their final breath.

She looked at me knitting her eyebrows together slightly, ‘’why are you talking to me?’’ she said it as if someone talking to her was something very unfamiliar, ‘’why wouldn’t I be love?’’ I decided to question her on this ‘remark’ she had made regarding me attempting to make conversation with her. She tossed her hair to the side which now with the reflection of the sun directly hitting her shone a shade of Carmel brown. She gently pushed herself up and tried sitting up straight but the tubes attached to her arms prevented her from moving any further, it just reminded me of how ghastly it was day in day out for weeks sitting on my own in this what it seemed never ending lines of beds with patients who never said a word to me.She was lucky in one way I guess, she had me to keep her company, but she didn’t seem to want any of it or so I thought.

I snapped back to be faced by her dawning green eyes, they looked so teasing and admiring making me more intrigued, I knew that curiosity to find out what this ‘girl’ was like, would get the better of me but her eyes sent to me a different matter of information that I just had to uncover.

‘’So harry styles is it?’’ she whispered her warm breath hitting my cheeks, ‘’huh, wait what?! How did you get up?’’ she looked slightly smug, it was like she knew the many times I had tried to free myself from these tubes which felt like hell compact into one airtight object . ‘’I just ripped these off you idiot’’ I looked at her slightly shocked and irritated that she called me an idiot, but I looked at her arm, covered in a million scars which told a further billion stories , the fresh cuts from her ripping the tubes of her arm were bleeding profusely, she groaned in pain. ‘’you’re really hurt! Let me get the doctor’’ ‘’NO’’ she grabbed my hand her blood smitten all over my hand. The scared and pleading look in her eyes returned washing away the mischievousness that had played on them moments earlier. I grabbed a wet towel which was placed beside my bed and dabbed it on her wound, she winced in pain a tear escaping her eyes, I caught her tear with my thumb and gently wiped it away off her soft rosy pink cheeks,the corner of her lips etching into a sweet smile in my direction.