Words: Amber Gray (she/her)
Your hands the image behind shut eyes,
your skin frustrates epilepsy between birch veins
essence of you remains
Alive in the creatures that resemble you,
pearl painted pebbles
your touch is reduced to the translucence of your memory
Everywhere and nowhere at once
Insatiable hunger for eternal life consumes me
greedily
reminding me of my fate unforgivingly
Time a mirror, delicate, dizzying
at the knowledge of passing decades my heart drops,
A sand timer
Clay hardens and water stands still
preservations distance tires decay
fabrics discolour and fray
moments vaporise and suffocate,
I implore you to charm me with forever and always
empty promises that sedate me
Anatomy competes with immortality
as the circle of life reaches totality
flesh and blood run its pigment,
turned fruitless
in preparation for demise,
towards the vast inevitable
face to face with the reality of being human
that holds the power to possess
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