WE DIED ON THE SAME DAY.
a man who dreams of his dead lover.
"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my chest and fall onto the floor. bloody & wounded. & here i am hearing thes...
celeste and sara fall in love in martigues, a small town in southern france, in the summer of 1979.
a mess of poetry & prose © 2023 cracking my skull to pour in the eggs - i bake something from this love & ache