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Ky Nov 9
You’re gone? But I wrapped your Christmas present and you haven’t opened it yet.
For Aaron.
Ky Aug 2020
Between the lines
of now and then,
you’re drawing me
with ink and pen.
Every ridge
and every curve
you’re carving out
what I deserve.
Tangled veins
and knotted hair,
a thunderstorm
of senseless care.
Between the breaths
of God and man-
You’re writing me
just as I am.
With fractured bones
and black-hole eyes,
painted purple,
ringed with lies.
All I am
is what you see
and what you make
is all I’ll be.
Ky Oct 11
I see you from a distance, forged in bronze,
four happy limbs moving in the sand,
milk-white teeth glinting like glass in the sun.
I see you held tightly to chests,
at home in a different home, and learning to love,
with fingers raking through pitch-black hair.
I see you laughing at us for caring so much,
spinning, spinning, but your head still ******* on,
moving like velvet in a world of lead.
I see you now, as I always did,
with a voice like thunder and a gaze steadier than the hand of God.
I see you in everyone I’ve met since then.

— The End —