Saturday, October 17, 2026

here and beautiful

what happens now my fears are manifest? the sky fell and I am still here: digging graves and folding on the floor. the moon laughs through my bedroom windows. I am still here, limbs coiled up on my side of a bed in which we shared ourselves. you held me and we gave each other everything. you were here and we were beautiful. I am still here in the dark.

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