I love you best in your death throes.
Those fleeting few moments you cling,
in resplendence, to survival.
Seduction in a thousand shades.
Irradiant gold wearing the
faces of other hues, as if
your ray-bound beauty could be a
tether. I can’t help but roll my
eyes at your desperation. I
find your ostentatiousness a
bit much-if we’re being honest-
even with your peacocking, I
love you in your temporary
death. My love is conditional.
I recognize my need for you
at your apex. I’m grateful for
your light, and the life you sow with
your sunbeam trowels. I need you.
I know that. But I don’t love you,
not then. The hues of your birth and
your death, I crave. Ephemeral,
you’re lent a grace your violence oft
lacks. Your birth, I find beauty in,
but you death heralds the coming
of the one I love with not a
single condition. All of her
faces, I adore. Throughout the
hours of her watch, I am enthralled.
You are garish; she is grace. Your
death makes her seen. So I’ll watch your
daily execution with such
eagerness to tend your sister.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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