Cut into my bones and you’ll
find fragments of your irises.
Dark flakes of earthy perfection,
cowering behind rigid pores and dense structure.
Parts of me that used to be gelatin in your arms.
I hear sirens in the distance. I see the hallows of your cheeks doused in blue.
The most beautiful face I have ever seen.
Nothing but a ghost coursing through my veins.
I don’t want to give back these fibrous gifts you left behind. I want to piece them back together, until I’ve rebuilt you wholly.
Standing together in the blue light under a night sky as thick as oil. One last time.
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 4:25 PM UTC
Cut into my bones and you’ll
find fragments of your irises.
Dark flakes of earthy perfection,
cowering behind rigid pores and dense structure.
Parts of me that used to be gelatin in your arms.
I hear sirens in the distance. I see the hallows of your cheeks doused in blue.
The most beautiful face I have ever seen.
Nothing but a ghost coursing through my veins.
I don’t want to give back these fibrous gifts you left behind. I want to piece them back together, until I’ve rebuilt you wholly.
Standing together in the blue light under a night sky as thick as oil. One last time.
