My Icheo

I feel the wind whisper across my

Face.

The chill of winter bites my

Nose.

The snow cracks beneath my

Feet.

My tears freeze,

And fall to the Earth,

As sparkling diamonds.

The words whisper through my

Head,

Sharper then the ice

Knifes

Above my head.

My heart cracks,

Aches,

Bleeds.

Those words…

“Do you love me?”

They burn…

“Yes…no…I’m not sure…”

No…stop…

“Why? I love you! 

...If I can't live for you, 

I live for none..."

No…STOP!

“Icheo? Icheo!”

The blood…

The silver blade…

Buried in his chest…

In my Icheos chest!

Turning my Icheo into a

Bloody, suffocating

Mess!

Why do I do this?

Why do I keep replaying this?

It was over a year ago!

Why am I torturing myself?

Icheo is gone.

Icheo is dead!

“Then so am I”

The dagger sparkles in the

Moon light.

Then I plunge it in my soft

Chest.

I miss my heart.

The heart that died so long ago.

I plunge again,

Again,

Again!

“Ichao! I come to you! I die for you!”

My vision dims…

The world spins…

My breathing shallows…

And with my last breath,

“Yes, I love you…for now…and forever…

My Icheo…”