Someone once asked me if I believe life exists elsewhere in the universe.
I thought of the freckle constellation decorating your body
and how your eyes are the aurora borealis,
green and blue and dancing the most beautiful waltz I've ever seen.
I thought of the night you crashed the car
and how my fingers trace the raised Saturn-ring scar on your hip.
I thought of the way the you wax and wane like the moon,
your gravity pulling me in like the tide.
I thought of you and your celestial being and simply said yes.
Because despite all the dead matter that make up planets and stars,
nothing is more alive than you.
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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...
