Corrupted

He writes his letter on her handkerchief

sitting with her,breathing

her last breaths

his writing is smudged

fractured by the color of her blood

the stench of corruption fills the room

remains of her sweat and his

beautiful,

he tears

her stains on his shirt

her blood burns him in grief

dead she is, he stood stiffer

still holding her hand

her grip never weakened

with silence came a ray of light

she glowed as her sweat dripped

beautiful she is

corruption was her sickness

taking in her last breath

corruption choked him