We spent a week's worth of nights awake
at the flickering altar. It made sense to us.
What was budding was secret, and the night was made for secrets.
//
My dream partner, my movie dreamer, my accidental thigh brush.
We could have gotten through every movie worth watching, but we filled
our eyes with junk light instead. It was beautiful.
//
Gratuitous gore coated our retinas. 2AM commercials, too loud,
Pried us from the couch, brought us kneeling for the remote.
For one week I would not take his name in vain. But yours?
//
Oh, my God: Just one more hour watching junk light with him.
I'm prone. I'm begging for the rerun.
I'm hopeful for the needless sequel.
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The sun rises in the forest again peeking through the greyness of the clouds in the sky. The same grey as the chain that still lays around my neck. The year is 3000, 2999 is officially over only it didn't end as expected. I suppose we should've known better though. People had the same thoughts in 1999. Fearing the world would possibly end simply because of a new number. Quite ironic actually we used to fear the end of the world we welcome it now.
By Jazmine Ambrosia6 days ago in Chapters
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Absolutely stunning. A short, gorgeous ode to that 2D altar x
Ahh this is amazing. It’s so unique and creative but beautifully poetic!
Your poem was so relatable! I loved it!
Stunning. This reads like falling in love. That whole first stanza is a wondrous thing to behold. “It made sense to us. What was budding was secret. And the night was made for secrets.” Wow. The double meaning in those final two lines is perfection. perfection. Next level poem, Suze.
“My accidental thigh brush.” I mean, that’s just incredible, Suze! Amazing word choices throughout. 👏☺️
This is rather beautiful and relatable! Well done, Suze!
That 2 am commercial feeling is too real; great poem!