He Died Too Young

He Died Too Young

The dread of unshed tears burn at her eyes
The all-consuming fear goes up
Up, up, up
From her stomach to her throat to her head
Until it reaches out and strangles her
Gasping for air
Hands around her throat
Begging, willing it to stop
Convulsions control her body
The oxygen thinned
Her feet gave way underneath her
Cold and intense, she is cemented to the ground
The roots of the trees seem to reach up
Wrap their hardened arms around her
Silent sobs escape her chapped lips
She thinks she can finally hear his voice again
As shushed screams pry their way out of her hushed mouth
And refreshing silence consumed her
As her eyelids finally let her escape the bright world

He is there.

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