Cold.
She was so cold.
The forest floor was so cold.
She hugged her lover trying steal his warmth.
No-
It couldn't be.
He was freezing, as though the warm blood flowing through his veins had been deprived of its flames replaced by icy venom,
No-
she let out a whimper
as she reached higher to hear the familiar rhythm of his heart,
She raised a hand, clammy hair pasted against her forehead from the nights rain,
No-
Where an enchanting beat had once strummed,
Silence met her ears.
Silence so dark and pitchless in the golden radiance of the warm morning sun.

She raised her fingers to sense his breathing despite the stagnant chest that lay below her ,
Then she saw,
The world swayed beneath her.
This was some dream,
Or she'd gone to hell after all
Because couldn't have slept like a numbskull all night while he-

The coppery tang of her coated fingered snuffed itself in her nose
Something within her broke -
Something within her broke so vigorously,
She vomitted on the forest floor
She was drenched, as was he,
Drenched in that coppery scent,
Drenched in what she'd dismissed as mist

She vomitted again over the floor as she wiped her blood soaked fingers across the grass,
The musky scent hung over her,
His scent she realized,
The scent of her lovers blood.
He had bled all night while she-
She'd slept.
In his arms.
He'd bled over her,yet she'd slept.