losing you

by chris.

"come back to me," he said. the wind blew his words back into his mouth and made him drop onto
his hands and knees and start coughing. he tried again but the wind was persistent. it blew
hard against his body as he perched on all fours. it grew in strength and almost pushed him over,
but he held onto the grass beneath him.. it blew until his eyes were pushed back into their sockets,
his teeth bent back toward his throat and it blew the trickling blood down to his stomach in long
strings of red. then the wind tucked his tongue into his throat. he finally let go of the grass
and tumbled away from all the things he had lost.

back to me