Breathless
Whispering
Fading
Aching
Grace
Faith
Perfect
Necessary
Crying
Dreaming
Crashing
Swallow
Skin
Pressed
Against
Heaven
Still
Longer
Tighter
Urgency
Nightime
Fragility
Bodily Autonomy
I don’t really know what to do with myself or what I have to offer or even what it is that I have to offer. I’m looking at the stars, they’re still there, there, still there, still, til I stare, backing up, falling forward, 7 years ago, 2 weeks to go, 2/7/25, twos, sevens, fives, ate for 3 lives. Higher, Higher, Higher. Tighter. Softer, longer. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again. Please Try again.