I jokingly prophecised my own death
and made you promise to attend the funeral,
you said yes yes yes,
looked me straight in the eyes and
said you would never let me die.
I remember the silence that followed,
and how I stared at you,
wishing you had been there
when I wasn't joking.
YOU ARE READING
Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
