hanging,
lying in the wind of the night air
flying through the threshold
was the body of youngjae
limp and unfeeling
life dripping off
his fingers
and
snow
melted
boots. jaebum
began going into
a silent screaming fit.
he couldn't believe what
he was seeing. but he is seeing it.
even if he gouged out his eyes he couldn't
call out to youngjae and hear his soft
stride coming closer to him and
then suddenly colliding with
him.
no matter
what he wanted.
so he wanted to slit
his own throat. let the
blood be given as a poorly
picked tribute to his only love.
maybe light a candle and pray to the air
bring him back to me.
as the sunlight dips out of the horizon
let him appear in the orange glow
and run back into my arms.
let him cut the noose
and land on his
bed, and
jaebum
will
take the
pain
away.
but it's over.
there's more oxygen in the room than before.
the dust has settled.
and jaebum is crying alone.
