suicide friend

‘i don’t know,’ she says, staring out into the empty desert. ‘something’s crossed over in me,’ turning now to stare into the other’s frightened, defiant eyes, ‘and i can’t go back.’

and then, in sophie’s choice, the sight of the two lovers, wrapped inside each other, quietly drifting away now, holding hands, on into the infinite, to meld with the cosmic dust of planets, far from this bed, this flying car, this spinning world, this wondrous life – back where it all came from.

leaving the party’s echoing music behind, together against the falling dark, unquenchable tug of the eternal, dancing home.

 

 

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