On the night of my death, your despair was so loud that I could hear it clawing through the earth to find me. All the men screaming, begging, still could not drown out the wailing of your hands. I once held your soldier heart between my war teeth, shook it like a dog with a bone until it knew the fear of good love. Do you remember? I wore your armor just to feel deathless. I wore your armor just to know what it meant to be inside of you. I will dream of kissing your ankles again, of pulling the weeping arrow out of you and cutting through the earth so that we may walk among it. My love. My life. What I would give to be the only pile of ashes here. What I would give to be a sleeping body beside you.
Caitlyn Siehl, Patroclus to Achilles (via alonesomes)
