I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.
She says don’t be afraid. Don’t you cry.
It will all be over. She loves me so much.
It will all be over. She is silent, like touch.
The garage is hot. I cannot breathe.
Hot exhaust, is hell what I believe?
She says be brave. Don’t fall back.
It will be done. All will be still, black.
Last texts. I am sleepy. I am so still.
Losing the game. The end is her will.
She says she loves me so very much.
I think of her, silent, like all touch.