This is the closest I have come to actual writing in too long.

She looked past him
At the sky behind his head
And smiled.

Because someday, she too, would be free.

--

"I've always loved you.
I've always loved you."

I've always lied.

--

The clouds shifted,
Faded.
From her vision,
From the sky.

And she dreamt that she had gone with.

--

"Did you miss me?"
"As much as I missed American burgers."

Did I mention I've become a vegetarian?

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She bit into the peach
And felt its sweetness fill her mouth,
Its juice drip down her chin.

Nothing is quite as satisfying as fruit murder.