Following the maps
long written in my head
Through awkward phases
and troubled youth
Sinking ships with former loves
houses built on sand
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Come to me in whispers
with fingers entwined
secrets shared and kept in pillow sheets.
Connecting dots
porcelain constellations
painted on flesh
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We’ve come so far
now I can see further
until we meet, side by side
in the cemetery
because being near you
is living and dying in tandem
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*Fun fact, I wrote this piece almost entirely backwards. It started a couple weeks ago with an image burned into my brain. As with many things in life, I could envision the ending, but not the steps I needed to follow. The image began to taunt me so I did what I could and worked the steps, backwards.
The Inkwell Files 