Hydroluminescence

one of these days,

you will ask me to hold you,

and I will crush you in my hands.

not through any ill intent,

but out of never learning to love

and never learning the art of being gentle

(Nov. 11)

(Nov. 11)

was it not enough that you stole

my heart, my lungs, and spine?

i do not have the stomach for it anymore.

EVERY TIME I LOOK BACK, MY CHILDHOOD GROWS HORNS; ON AGING.

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suspended in a bubble of hiraeth

the tear frozen on my cheek

in the subzero sunlight,

my home is a person,

and they are too far from me

when you killed me, did god see?

did he look down from his opulence

did he see, in his glory

the death of a child

at the hands of the father

i think he did see

and in my eyes he remembered

when he looked away

at the death of his son

and turned a blind eye to my suffering

how do i prolong love?

it’s as if I poured gasoline on my heart

lit it up

and expected it not to burn out in an instant.

I want the kind of love that smolders,

the kind that may not be passionate,

but ever present, ever warm, ever burning.

come lie with me in the embers, dearest.

we can curl up on the coals

and burn together.

the wind keeps reaching through the open window of my car. she is trying to rip my heart out from under my seatbelt.

I wonder what she wants with it.

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