I suppose I could say that it wasn’t my fault
that the small winged bones between my fingers just got lost
somewhere between the granite in your eyes and the caverns between your words
between mica and quartz
and sun rays melting the glare of tiles outside the court house where we got married
or between the grey keys you threw
unlocking white between my shoulder blades
Perhaps I lost the nest
between sunlight and knives pulled out of pockets I didn’t even know existed
or between the gaps in your lower teeth and the words squeezed out of your mouth
“I could kill you out here and no one would ever know”
If I could gather a constellation of black starred eggs in the palm of my hand and not get burned
maybe I could figure out where the spaces went
find the raven feathers covered in snow
Sweet Kae, when your words flow like this I know there is magic afoot and deep feeling.
Amazing 💜
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Hello Princess:)
Thanks so much 🙂
Love the new pic you’re styling:)
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