You slit your wrists in front of me.
I watch all the heartache pour out. Your longing, thick and coagulated, smearing the page with a copper-scented honesty that stings the back of my throat.
You open your jugular with a pen.
Pain the color of clots and ink, dense and seeping down my screen. Your sadness an acidic burn that sears my eyes.
You gut yourself alive.
Opening up the softest parts of yourself and allowing them to shimmer out of the darkness and into the light of day. Your wants, your needs, left exposed and unprotected.
oh then, you lie back and spread your legs for me.
Sharing with me every secret desire. Every drop of fluid and all the intimacy that led to it. I watch you swipe a finger through the mess and hold it up to the light.
Here,” you whisper, “ Have a taste.”
Perfect In Our Descent – Photo by allisonwrites
Every promise of wonder.
Each moment a possibility.
Each of us perfect in our descent.
Into upturned faces, bright and true.
Laughter that glitters as it sounds.
All of us reborn on the journey.
The magic is all in the falling
Before the shine dulls
And the sparkle fades
Before we shove, and are shoved, aside
Before the dirt settles
Catch a snowflake now and then
If only to recall
The singular magic
That happened during the fall
I believe in miracles
you and I found us All the ones before just faceless names A collection of failed dreams Sand through a sieve Leaving two gems to clink together Until our rough parts smoothed And soothed Each other
Where once was nothing
Now there’s them Born of stardust dreams And nights that floated by on hope Their wails bending our wills Their tiny mewls breaking our hearts We alone Wrought them
Your soul called to mine
Kindred spirits through the crowds
Laughs that stitch together
Becoming comet trails through the skies
The miles separate us
The stars wink at
To believe in the miracle of mankind