I have no use for these stitches any more. But she has long known this. Strict confinement has grown old and she catches me gnawing at the bandages. Release this weight. Let me fly again. Funny how it seems everyone went down at once. Open wounds. Fresh and ancient. Everyone down at once. Scattered across the fields unable to even limp home. I have quietly watched as she opened her torn heart wider. The winter moon's full light, yearning to ignite one last ember. Snow now silently falls. She sits still as i use my teeth to stitch her back up. These chewed threads, I no longer need.