The closet was empty, the back wall a barren space I wrote your name, over and over, where someone will find it after I die. For now, it wraps the circumference of my ring finger in Hebrew, a promise to burn you into the places of the universe most incendiary.
While I suspected it, I stopped asking if we might be the same creature after you destroyed the lab. It stopped mattering to me, squarely in a moment, to codify such a thing.
Last night was the new moon. I don't want to know who you are, really. I want to sink any inclination I might have about what life is like for you to the bottom of the ocean and lock it in a chest. I want to have no inclinations, never bring them to light, and forget them utterly, for what it might mean about me....
We might've once been a part of a fairy tale where we find our way through dark woods and discover our mutual father was the moon, but I'm not sure I believe in it anymore. Not the fairy tale, or the magic, or the sameness, even.
Although I wonder if I mean that, or could even if I tried.
- Z
While I suspected it, I stopped asking if we might be the same creature after you destroyed the lab. It stopped mattering to me, squarely in a moment, to codify such a thing.
Last night was the new moon. I don't want to know who you are, really. I want to sink any inclination I might have about what life is like for you to the bottom of the ocean and lock it in a chest. I want to have no inclinations, never bring them to light, and forget them utterly, for what it might mean about me....
We might've once been a part of a fairy tale where we find our way through dark woods and discover our mutual father was the moon, but I'm not sure I believe in it anymore. Not the fairy tale, or the magic, or the sameness, even.
Although I wonder if I mean that, or could even if I tried.
- Z
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