A Star is to Me as the The Sun is to We
a love poem
If only I can make the moon sigh my name
once more with the same care that you used
to do mine—like an amen hung in the eve sky
—will it give my soul back to me?
—turn back time?
⠀
Does the sun know that it is a star too, not just
The Sun, in the same way that I had to see I am
me not just We?
In the same way that I had to see that I am not
the girl you made to mold me to be, to be free
of you?
And now I am Me with no we and the sky
is my own sea to wade in once more with bare
feet, ribs home to fast star beat, then swim
in this mess of a love poem to me, my path
to heal 'til the very end.
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R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Excellent poem, R.C.! Very creative!
This is amazing, creative, and captivating. Awesome work
Good play on words.
Wow, this is beautiful! 🥹❤️
So finely etched and full of heart. Very different from the other entry, cosmic. Thanks!
😭😭❤️❤️. This is stunning! I can already picture it with some amazing art and formatting like in your chapbook!