In that half asleep space, head veiled in linen, you’re just a staircase away from me. It isn’t the house settling. That was you closing the dryer. It was the rattling of the cupboard. You’re grabbing me a cup of water on your way to bed because you love me. Because a cup of water at my bedside is how you tell me. And I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep but I’m thinking about the spot where your ear meets your face. Thinking of your hair falling across my eyes. Someday I will die. I hope I’m happy when I do. I’ve picked out my burial plot and it’s where my lips used to live. Among the hills of your cheeks, the valley of your lips. I will rest in peace there.
<<<<<<<<Author's note>>>>>>>>
I've been away from Vocal for too long. School has been taking too much of my attention and sapping my creative energy. Spring '27 cannot come soon enough. What is this new interface!? I miss all of my Vocal friends and hope you are all doing well and crushing it in your respective lives <3 Sandor
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Sandor Szabo
I’m looking to find a home for wayward words. I write a little bit of everything from the strange, to the moody, to a little bit haunted. If my work speaks to you, drop me a comment or visit my Linktree
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