warmth
there are no words
to name it; the feeling
of a chest now hollowed,
eyes glazed over
like shards of stained glass
like shards of stained glass
in tropical rain.
my memories are a castle—
every ache in this body
shifts the dirt further.
but i do not want this grandeur.
i want a truth i can sing;
i want to reach for you and find warmth.
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I love the line “I want a truth I can sing.” Nicely done!
Your work always delights me, Ariana, and the tactile-ness of those shards of glass drew me in. I really like the ending, the simple plea for connection.
every ache in this body/shifts the dirt further – lovely!
That stained glass image is awesome.