Burning in some memories
my heart is now a folded crease
with ripped chords and
blooded knees
I'm standing here.
.
.
.
mehek

youre not w me
and i guess its fine.

you're way too far
and i guess its fine.

cause i know we're still
gazing at the same stars,
same sky,
but at different altitudes.

and that is beyond fine.

that moment
split second
caught within
the beat
of the heart
and the
exhale
of the lung
and the
semi
half
demi
quarter
turn
of the gnarled nail

in that
infinitesimal breath
of denial and deep surrender

the world creaks

and the window shatters
into a rainbow of glittering shards
and you sing
and dance
in the guilty pleasurable rain
your skin rattles
with the hydra's teeth
scaled dry fingers
gripping your own leg

and yet you dance
and stare so longingly