Romeo Save Me

Sep 14, 2009 15:25

All is quiet as I take my place in front of your firing squad.
Four men with reserved eyes and quixotic stares stand before me.
Atrium, Aorta, Ventricles and Venacava.
Strong men with shadowed pasts. Complicated and recondite.
Abstruse but so pulchritudinous that my gaze flows downward, eyes shake and rim with damp salt.
They will not see me falter.
My hands are bound so the blindfold is raised for me.
I glance one last time at them. At my jurors. My judge. My fate.
Standing trial for my sins, they are bared to all.
The accused is charged with dragoste, любовь, kärlek, liefde, armastus, rakkaus, láska, zamiłowanie and szeretet.
With each syllable spoken I stand a little taller, and by the last one a soft smile creeps.
I will stand trial. I will not repent for these sins.
The four men will decide the future.
But the present is mine. Kept unknown and hopeful.
Alive and Dead.
Schrodinger's heart.
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