Exhausted

I gather sea salt with lacerated hands and make a nest to sit in. I look into the empty sky and chew on blackthorn bushes and grapevines that have grown around my neck and died over the years. They splinter and crack and fall around my feet as I stand up and walk to the…
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My Last Love

I hold her hand to keep her from falling away from me. To a place where language is meaningless, and love is only a noun. I embrace her as tightly as I can with my four fingers in her palm. She is startled and confused by me every morning. “It’s me, Thomas, my love. I’ll…
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The Last Woman I Will Ever Love

I hold her hand to keep her from falling away from me. To a place where language is meaningless, and love is only a noun. I embrace her as tightly as I can with my four fingers in her palm. She is startled and confused by me every morning. “It’s me, Thomas, my love. I’ll…
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The ember.

And from my nest in the woods I carried my ember into the wind. “Lay down your fire and rest with me.” She said. I replied by running harder into the dry brittle grass. I narrowed my sight on the farthest end of the field And struggled to keep my flame alive.
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