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The Gospel of Almost

I sat across from a woman with candle smoke in her hair and eyes like a church at Midnight She shuffled the universe with soft, ruined hands and I swear every card knew your name I told her I came because the signs won't leave me alone They scratch at my ribs They crawl through my dreams They spell you out in flickering neon, in dying prayers She laid the cards like a funeral Slow and holy She says you know you hurt me It hurts you just the same a tear slides down my cheek and the last five minutes I ever got of you rise up in my throat like a ghost I was never mad I was just abandoned if you knew how fast I forgave you you would weep shame I don't believe it wasn't real for you If it was nothing your absence would not feel this loud your silence would not bruise The way that it does You liked me at least once, didn't you? The woman says we have a soul tie a black flame buried in our bones We both carry it like a curse you can feel it too that's why you cannot sleep that's why we both can taste the smoke Last night grief came to me like a tide All I could think about was you I was happy before now even my joy reeks of death The woman keeps turning the cards like she's peeling skin from the future She says *I see him dreaming of you I see him looking back* and I wanted to scream because I never stopped I feel you I dream of you I hear you in the dead hours of the morning sometimes I still speak to you like you are buried beneath my bed I don't know if this is the beginning of the end or just another haunting But I keep manifesting you every night like a girl praying to a False God Just one last time I will be good, I swear I will say I missed you, I confess I will ask how your days have been, I promise I will lay my heart down on a cold silver altar and let you take it Break it again that is fine for you to be my ruin my eternal damnation is the only God I have ever believed in
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Written by
mhk
22 / F
For You?
Written by
mhk
22 / F
Published
Jan 27
Lines·Words
75·401
Notes

part ?? of an unfinished series

Tags
#god#love#heartbreak#misery#tarot#magic#fadinglove#manifestation#heart#soulmate
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