
~~~
she o p e n her ribs
like curtains
[ black air ]
[ seeping in ]
(—comecloser—)
the night enters barefoot,
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
saltwater / ash / breath
(—don’tlookbehindyou—)
h i s s k u l l
fits into her palm
—(too perfectly)—
(—youwerealwaysmine—)
as if these hands
were carved for forgetting
the temperature of s k i n
(—yourskin—)
[ the sockets ]
[ aren’t empty ]
they lead somewhere he won’t follow
(—youwill—)
she pressed her ear
to his teeth
<< h o l l o w >>
whispers:
"you have been dead longer than you think"
(—butnotlongenough—)
her mouth: dirt + candlewax
his grin: rain that falls upward
she want to crawl inside
(through the spine)
(—closetotheheart—)
s i t
where his heart used to be
& pull the strings of bone until
he dance
(—untilyoustop—)
o u t s i d e :
the sky peels like wet wallpaper
(—skin—)
i n s i d e :
her shadow holds hands with his
&
something else
s h e
c a n ’ t
n a m e
(—butitknowsyou—)
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.

Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.