Our Love

by E. Marie Fera

Our love, runs vein-deep, flows freely through us,
and from us, as it does anyone else.
Chests open, hearts bared, ripe for the taking,
we bleed and hurt just as the rest of you.

Whispers of cruel disdain and of hate mean
nothing, rendered obsolete when we kiss.
Threats of violence, ill wishes of death,
dull to a whir when I hear you speak.

If hell is what awaits us when we’re gone,
I invite the fire and wrath of it.
If that is where we truly belong,
Together we are thrown into the pit.

But believe,

living and breathing,

or turning to ash,

we love.


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