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candescerewhen i felt your breathcandescere
- secret, ghosting nearby
the shell of my ear, the
catacombs of my ribs
were splitting;
we sit on cracked pavements,
red eyed, dry mouths, telling our secrets to the moon
and to the stars, that are but
pinpricks along a black canvas - she said that we were broken limbs and skin stretched over calcium bone.
we were incandescent breaths,
releasing secrets - air vapour from
soiled lungs and bleeding throats.
there was no god, she said, with her
eyes bloodshot, her mouth cracked with
the leaves un


happenstanceThe stars fell at my feet, and I saw one of them quiver - like a beating heart, or a jumping pulse, blue and wild beneath my wrist.happenstance
They shined with a light that I could not describe, the silvery hues hurting my eyes, and the blues reminding me of childhood but in ways far from plesant. They reminded me of the hurt that once lay there, bare and deep in my womb - its veins memorising each orifice of my trembling body as lighting streaked white on volatile skies.
When I looked at the clouds, it was like seeing birds falling, listlessly,  
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