love – MAGAZINE

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You pick the pins off the floor for them to walk on it smoothly and unharmed but your hands are bleeding…

it’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…

When you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…

January was a wound I dressed by dressing up, as if I could summon spring by spilling watercolors against the sketchpad and calling that art…

i am in pieces
a tornado, blown open, a belt wrapped like a noose, tight around old scars…

Whenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…

Lover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…

My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…

If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…