Sand
Beyond your shoulder, the
hillside went
dark as the sun
and the rest of the stars toppled
from their homes in the sky
to hide
as Cthulhu swallowed dirt in
the same manner that frost webs
over a windshield.
I’ll never forget the night the
earth died;
clouds raindropped embers and
the moon melted to paraffin wax that
dripped down to
mummify us
alive like clay dolls. Think of Pompeii
except the ash was swapped with
strings of wax and
the smell was more like
toasted marshmallow than the caramelized
keratin of
hands reaching up to gods who won’t
help.
I tried hard to hold onto your hand
but death washed us away and any
memory of initials we ever etched into the sand.
(Line taken from "I Want Your Kisses" on page 65)*
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