Challenge
Write something that can be interpreted in two ways-as a tale of death, or a love story. Tag me! #doublemeaning or #loveordeath will also work. Any form is fine!
Love or Death
I hold your hand tightly
As if my grasp can keep you from falling away, from leaving me
I stare into your eyes, and I remember
I remember the nights lying on a blanket of quiet and fallen leaves in the park by your house
How you made funny faces and told me random little secrets you’d never told anyone before
And how you made me feel like I had everything and yet had nothing to lose
You were the only one who could tease me, without it feeling like an attack
Your words, however crude, were always precious to me
And even more so now
When I see the light slipping from your eyes when you look at me
When you whisper, “I’m sorry”
And turn your back, leaving me
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