Jun 26

something you should know

Fact.
Some suns are not meant to die
quietly
to drift apart
softly.
They cling, clutching to angry flesh
to feathers
to expired promises,
explode in supernova,
burning each other’s edges as they go.

Fact.
The strongest bonds
tear the most
when pulled apart,
the deepest histories leave the deepest cuts.
Follow the red-speckled trail, 
woman, hunter, wounded animal,
your blood, mine,
you’ll find me.


Fact.
...please find me.

Fact.
After you left
she kept
every drawing you gave her.
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