Build a home within my bones,
steadfast amidst my ribcage, becoming one thing, something mineral. Stay near, darling, don't stray. Everything will be ok.
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I've become familiar with how
dust collects on your edges and the way your bones strain to break through your skin. I still have faith
that you can make a pious woman out of me yet. I could never quite tell
if there were traces of disappointment in your shrugging shoulders. Every time I thought to ask, my mind would push the thoughts away and chastise itself for not being bolder. And when the winter came, I couldn't tell whether it was you that sent shivers down my spine, or just the world becoming colder. I did find laugh lines by your eyes, how easily I am reminded that we're only ever growing older. What I thought was:
it would be possible to move mountains with you by my side but all I did was wrap myself further in my bedsheets and watch the snow fall on the sidewalks below. If given the chance
to stand at the edge of the world, I would not hesitate to jump. |
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