His soul crushed under her leaving heels, staining him red.And as he looked at her, smiling at him through glossy paper, the darkness from the kohl of her eyes filled his cracked and blistering heart.
He roamed the streets in snowy nights, trying to cool his burning being, conjuring up ways to gift his pain to her.
The wedding ring, he still wore. A band of love and promise. He would never take it off.
And when he traced her, the man who once saw red only in roses found that blood’s darker hue calmed his storm.
He kissed her cold lips.
Then, his heart felt the last pain, the final gush of red.
And he smiled as he stroked his wedding ring. He had kept his end of the bargain.
He had made death do them part.