… under the green patchwork

As if lying on cushions, we lay.

Behind this quiet chaos,

Far away, somewhere, beyond my eyelids

Do dreamless ones die young.

Hollow bodies rush about,

Past the brick and bloom

Unstopping to look at us,

Or the roses scattered all over your bed.

Even the gargoyles stony glare bore

All it takes is a single tear…

On holy ground…

To hear a silence, quite this loud.

I’m an Oxford girl at heart, and this is supposed to echo the architecture of Oxford, but is also a tribute to Veronica Roth’s Allegiant – which broke me. Yet, from reading her explanation for Tris, I have come to terms with the ending, and this is how I feel Four must feel.

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