I was caught in the darkness
A cold thing you would never want to press your cheek to
A teeth-clenching descent of a person
Holding the stars I caught long ago to my hollow gut
(scraped out like a jack-o’-lantern)
To try and warm the life back into my knotted hair and bitter blood
I craved a touch.
A collision of skin against skin
Is like
Flint pumping breath into flame
The Inevitability of Endings by inkstain-fingertips, literature
Literature
The Inevitability of Endings
We are summers of sunny-colored citrus fruit
we are euphoria
we touch each other the way the wax caresses the side of a candle
we let our feet lose their cool in garden mud
we crash, spin, swirl into the canyon of our love
Your hands carve flutes from all of my rib bones
your lips bring music through mine
you fill me with windchimes until i am a am orchestra, an anthem of starting new
you do cartwheels for me on the front lawn
i am giggling.
you lean close and call me “love”
we kiss.
It is December now and the snow today is fine as chalk dust.
Your hand falls across mine.
I close my eyes against the inevitability o
I once wrote that you were my anchor, but I do love to travel.
The night your kiss finally fell like a star upon my stained lips,
I had already launched into orbit.
My heart was a stone skipped into space
by your careless hand
but now here I stand: kissing the cosmos
the way the sunlight kisses the horizon at the end of the day,
like a mother tucking in her drowsy child for bed
the way a bow kisses the stings of a cello, to hear the concerto
My heart is softening again, from the music in my chest
I know
you never expected to need a locksmith when you came back, and honestly, I didn’t see it coming either.
Because, when w
There Are Reasons to Stay by inkstain-fingertips, literature
Literature
There Are Reasons to Stay
I once heard the philosophy
that when we stand on the edge of a cliff,
we aren’t afraid of falling,
we are afraid we’ll jump.
And we wonder, if the fall to the ground is ever worth the impact of hitting the rocks.
well i can tell you
as someone who has wanted to jump so many times
there are reasons to stay.
I’ll admit, when I looked at the water, it altered the way my heart beat.
but when we hit the ground we break -that is a fact.
our bones crack
and our voice box snaps when it could be speaking
lungs crush when that could be breathing
our mind could be daydreaming
But I know
what it feels like not to have a