the last installment in the "savior" trilogy
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....saved
my eyes trace the hand up
to a forearm with hidden muscles
an upper arm with bulging biceps
then a shoulder, then a neck
then a face
a strong, set jaw
piercing dark brown eyes
sprinkled with golden flakes
wrinkle lines forming
as he scrunched his face in worry
my eyes held his for a second
getting lost in their endless waves
"thank you," I whispered
my voice raspy and broken
and cutting through the silence
like broken glass on a smooth floor
"you're welcome," he replied
his chest rumbling with his words
a small contained earthquake
without the force and destruction
that they bring
the silence prevailed
the smooth floor winning
over the jaggedness of my voice
my chest rose and fell
synching itself once again
to the rhythm of this world
my wrists were red and raw
skin rubbed off from the chains
which dragged me down, down, down
but he dragged me up, up, up
his hand reaches towards me again
a brightly colored package
screaming for my attention
"doritos," the letters printed say
"it's all I have," he mutters quietly
the staccato jumping from the smoothness
I do not reply
but bask in the smoothness
and the flavor his staccato brought to it
the sun kisses my skin once again
and the breeze plays with my hair
and I gaze at the set jaw and piercing eyes
my savior from what had tried to consume me
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
