Fire and Jupiter
are two of my favorite things.
Glowing orange against
grey sky and inky void.
I slept in a planetarium,
tracing out the great red spot,
falling like a loose screw
hard
fast
into a pleasant storm.
There’s comfort in
your loud tongue,
The way you fill rooms
like celestial bodies,
and pupils lined with
white streams from aircrafts.
I’m air,
shaped like a sacred pump,
ready to fuel
and inflame.
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Ajala B.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
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