literature

the stardust tasted bitter

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i saw your shadow on the wall and
thought you were out playing pictionary with ghosts
or looking for gold coins in dead grass,
and it reminded me of when we first met and i became
a spaceship that crashed on the way to the moon
and you were the asteroid that orbited my rib-cage.

i still remember the feeling of you carving
out my vertebrae and collecting them like stars,
but not before you had stitched ice in them  
so that they wouldn’t burn so brightly.
do you still keep them in jars strung on fine string like how you
string your fresh corpses out on the clothesline to dry?

you once told me your favourite season was winter because
you liked how the frost covered everything and
forced things to change their colours;
i only liked it because the snow looked pretty sparkling in the sunlight,
and it frightened me to think that two people
could live the same thing so differently.

sometimes i wonder if there is a tear in the fabric of the world
and if you created it to find me.
it makes sense because i remember seeing you throw out
all of the thread and needles in my drawer
before telling me i wouldn’t need them now that you were here.
i can’t remember a day since where i haven’t wished that
i had enough money to buy a sewing machine.
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Ink-Singer's avatar
Those last two lines though..... :wow:

I love the sense of borderline fear that colors the descriptions of this “you.” It’s like the speaker has this mixture of wariness and adoration in their descriptions of “you,” but then at the end, there’s a certainty to their wish for a sewing machine instead of “you.”

Beautifully written :heart: