She was a galaxy.
I studied the freckles decorating her skin as though they were stars
until every constellation was etched into my mind.
Her veins were rivers;
my fingertips followed their winding paths across olive skin.
She had honey colored curls that cascaded down her back
the way rapids rush to create waterfalls.
I watched as hurricanes swept across her face when those curls fell from her head in clumps.
My heart ached as earthquakes ravaged her every night.
Bruises littered her body, inky like a cloudless night sky.
She didn't fade away beautifully like the sun fading over the horizon to create watercolor skies.
It was more like autumn giving way to winter and then suddenly the trees are bare and everything is dead.
She was the last leaf clinging to the tree in winter.
I was forced to watch as my galaxy imploded.
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A Cage Left Open
PoetryThis collection of short stories and poetry focus on themes such as love, loss, heartache, and depression. Most of the works are fictional, though some are personal narratives. They have been written as a way to navigate myself through the darkest p...
