A Winged Friend

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Her nails pierced his flesh as needles,

Her smile was gone,

Her eyes were closed.

Crimson rivers thrived on her skin,

Crimson are the eyes in her head,

Crimson smears the air and floor.

He fell,

His blood will pour,

His soul is to sell.

She makes the clean incision into his gut,

She removes intestine as a pest,

She searches for his heart and where it is put.

The girl could not cry,

The girl was happy inside,

Even as the boy died,

The girl was not shy,

The girl only wished to fly,

Even the boy gave his life for her flight.

No wings were as hers,

No wings as wide and thick or ready for a fight.

It was their little secret,

The pact they made that night.

And on those wings which cost a life and a heart,

She held him close and on those wings bore his soul to the sky,

And on those wings, they said good bye,

And this is when they both would cry.

Not from sadness,

But from cheer and friendship.

For one soul gone,

Was the one soul she trusted,

For one soul gone,

Was the soul she always held.

They were dimensions apart,

They were in different realms,

But the thread of their bond could not be severed.

Never let go of the one you trust he had said.

Then you are not allowed to die she had answered.

Do not worry, mere death cannot part us he had said.

Their friendship created a wormhole.

It warped all time and space in a way no one could understand.

Because that's just how complex their friendship was and tight their bond.

And so the girl soared on wings made of his soul,

And the girl saw the world whole,

Broken and bent.

I will fix it she said.

And I will help you he answered from far away.

She swooped and soared on a new freedom brought from horror,

And she died later once she stitched the world closed with the threads of her own heart.

And together they were and never again would anything fall apart.

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