I can tin-plate my skin and heart against your impact, but always the cracks appear. Always, this slow shattering when the moon is full, or the sun is blinding. It happens when I close my eyes. Or when I open them under water, or when I stand in the earliest morning, all surface and rain and disappearing. All of the forgetting, andContinue reading “Void”
They are not the same mistakes. Most are brand new. Every day – a different set of hopes. Every day – a different way of dashing. A medley of missteps you endure time and again, like Sisyphus with his rock. (Though it is your heart that you hold out in front of you, and it is love thatContinue reading “Every day”
I have died every death but the last in the dark of your arms
You never realise just how fast you are travelling. There is something about take-off that gives you a hint of it, the way the force pushes you back in your seat, the way so many fingers grip at armrests, this unintentional and collective human twitch as bodies brace to be cannon-shot into the air. UpContinue reading “The ones who are leaving”
Everybody is imploding. And I – already – am stars.