i washed and folded my dreams
my threadbare memories
everything i had and i
carried them with me
it was all so much
lighter than i remember
there was so much more
i was
wearing nothing
but my name
i never needed anything else
it
used to keep me
so much warmer
than it does
now
i never knew how cold
we are
i remember
looking down at my concave palms
the ones i knew were mine and
they opened so deep i could gaze
into the blazing eyes of galaxies
–my galaxies–
every star charted and named
nurtured and
loved
so loved
now i
im not even sure my hands are mine
i know my eyes arent
i know they
cannot be so hollow
they cannot be so hollow
when i went to unpack
every color drained into the ground
and
everything was
ashes
i
touched
my cheekbones and under
the faint shadows of my paper fingertips
my body crumbled
to
d
u
s
t
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
i washed and folded my dreams
my threadbare memories
everything i had and i
carried them with me
it was all so much
lighter than i remember
there was so much more
i was
wearing nothing
but my name
i never needed anything else
it
used to keep me
so much warmer
than it does
now
i never knew how cold
we are
i remember
looking down at my concave palms
the ones i knew were mine and
they opened so deep i could gaze
into the blazing eyes of galaxies
–my galaxies–
every star charted and named
nurtured and
loved
so loved
now i
im not even sure my hands are mine
i know my eyes arent
i know they
cannot be so hollow
they cannot be so hollow
when i went to unpack
every color drained into the ground
and
everything was
ashes
i
touched
my cheekbones and under
the faint shadows of my paper fingertips
my body crumbled
to
d
u
s
t
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