Purple-Spotted Peaches

I held onto her pale white hand,

rubbing my thumb over the purple marks on her skin,

not caring if the disease would transfer to me

Although, I wish it would

I want to see those purple dots crawl up my arms and legs

Cover my eyes and whisper in my ears,

¨You wear the mark of death.¨

I want to see her skin turn the color of peaches in spring

I want her lips to become as red as coral

I want her eyes to wander about the room with curiosity

I want to feel the warmth of her hand as she squeezes me tight

I want to smile and tell her that I will see her in just a little while

I want to lie and tell her that she will live

Although, half of what I said would be true

I would see her again

She would come out in that same stretcher once more

Only this time,

Covered by a white-blanketed death