micropoetry

September 23, 2018

broken sun

a drop of blood in the stars divides the blue against the broken sun, the fiery light passes from hand to hand, gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven

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October 10, 2017

A Kiss Is

I’m sure if we closed the distance between us we’d kiss. And that kiss would be the beginning. And that kiss would be the end. A kiss is never just a kiss.

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