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i.
you snuck in my window and seared an x over my heart with fingertips like the shadows on my wall.
you slip through my skin like a secret
and i lock you in my chest because i do not want you to go. but like a ghost, you drift away from me,
leaving a hole like the hesitance between breaths
and an unbearable silence in your absence.
you snuck in my window and seared an x over my heart with fingertips like the shadows on my wall.
you slip through my skin like a secret
and i lock you in my chest because i do not want you to go. but like a ghost, you drift away from me,
leaving a hole like the hesitance between breaths
and an unbearable silence in your absence.
ii.
you return in the night when my blood
is sluggish in my veins, you sidle up
and tap me on the shoulder
as if you’ve been standing next to me
since the beginning of time,
and i can’t fathom how i could have forgotten,
or how i could have missed you so much.
you return in the night when my blood
is sluggish in my veins, you sidle up
and tap me on the shoulder
as if you’ve been standing next to me
since the beginning of time,
and i can’t fathom how i could have forgotten,
or how i could have missed you so much.
iii.
there are days when you are no more
than a whisper clinging to the back of my neck,
or a drumbeat only i can hear, and there are days
when your words echo through my bones
and they shatter
like glass, there are days
when you rage through my blood like a fever
and make me want to punch myself in the face,
and there are days
when i can’t breathe.
there are days when you are no more
than a whisper clinging to the back of my neck,
or a drumbeat only i can hear, and there are days
when your words echo through my bones
and they shatter
like glass, there are days
when you rage through my blood like a fever
and make me want to punch myself in the face,
and there are days
when i can’t breathe.
iv.
and in the darkness your voice was a choir painted gold that shone through my dreams, shone in a halo
around your smoke-stained face,
and i believed in you like a myth.
i believed in you as the lights flickered
and the sky broke under the weight of the world,
and i believed in you when the blackness came, i —
and in the darkness your voice was a choir painted gold that shone through my dreams, shone in a halo
around your smoke-stained face,
and i believed in you like a myth.
i believed in you as the lights flickered
and the sky broke under the weight of the world,
and i believed in you when the blackness came, i —
v.
i believe in you
like
angels
so wrap me in your wings
and
bring me
home.
i believe in you
like
angels
so wrap me in your wings
and
bring me
home.
- Anna Serafini