While I was making small circles on my skin with my fingers on a dark night, I felt like my soul dived in her (Lorna's) skin.  She was stretched on the steamy yard with the sneaky sun, whom after kissing the leaves of the cherry tree, made love in her forehead.  She was mumbling something about a letter for someone named Joe, with no longing on her pale face. 

"Letters with nothing left to be said, are so blank, filled with tears of fear or relief. The stone on my shoulder does not fall if I don't go to sleep my dear. The death bed it's not even comfortable  and in my last thoughts I hope to not get followed (not only by you).

The circles on my skin didn't stop with Lori's breath. But after all, she did kept that suicidal smile under her tears.

AN: Some people love so much, they can never stop doing it...and that's their biggest flaw.

*written on a time I felt like I was drowning and no one could read behind Lorna.

With love and a suicidal smile under my tears Artiola 《: