We were ignited,
Together we burned brighter
Until we fizzled.
^^^^
My being wet for
Weeks, drowned in streams of mourning
Before I ran dry.
,,,,
A stone became I,
Hardened by cold thoughts and eyes
Petrified in earth.
OOOO
The storm blew aside;
Time and amends purified
Air, we made our peace.
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Bex Jordan
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
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“A stone became I, hardened by cold thoughts and eyes” So vivid, these emotions.