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No Matter How the Earth Spins, Don’t Let Go
Prose Poetry
“We’ve got so much to live for.”
Those were our words of promise, weren’t they? But they fell, fell, fell on deaf ears again and again again, till we were dizzy with the round-wheel dance we weaved in and out of each other’s lives.
Your lips were cherry red, a bloodstain smile, a wound before the slash.
“Don’t give up.”
You whispered to me with your telltale heartbeat against my ear, and I sighed into the softness of the moment — just us, two to stand against the world, a pair for the ages. But could we protect one another? That was always the question.
My hands were white like bone, white as lilies on a casket, white as the moon hanging in a midnight sky.
“We’ll always have each other.”
But did you really believe the words you said? I always wanted more, more, more — like you were a wine I wouldn’t be filled with till the bottle was drained and crashed against the floor. We were so drunk on each other that we didn’t know, we had no idea, we couldn’t foresee the end to come.
The sun was burning hot on my skin like a burn, a brand, a tattoo sign when you leaned in so sweet to breathe hot against my ear —
