Sta.sh
i cannot remember what is good anymore,
because have you seen how light
can obscure a face?
and i hear her within me,
a slow creeping, from fingertip
to earlobe. the sun shatters.
later, i am lying with my cheek
against the floor. there seems to be
a simplicity to this unravelling.
i press my lips against the wood
and smooth my hands across it. the moon
glances in through the window and
moves on, her eyes downcast. i remain here
alone.
and this is why we ache for tragedy -
because it reminds us that every beginning
has an end, and because it splits us open
so everything can see the heart of us.
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so everything can see the heart of us."
This is just the perfect ending. Don't change this.
But I think you're on to something.
This is so beautiful..
Just expand your idea, yeah?
And you're welcome!
"later, i am lying with my cheek
against the floor. there seems to be
a simplicity to this unravelling.
i press my lips against the wood
and smooth my hands across it. the moon
glances in through the window and
moves on, her eyes downcast. i remain here
alone."
oh too many times.
beautiful piece, as usual, darlin'