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❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜

WARSAN SHIRE.

WHERE WOULD YOU HOPE TO FIND ME? outside, space is silent and she imagines herself as the spaces between the stars. all that dark and violent trembling surrounding what shines. if they are two shadows, then they are consuming each other. then they’re the darkness that will never touch.

NAME ME BLACK HOLE and we’ll dance along the horizon where time stretches out farther than existence. she wants to feel something at his longing. but when her fingers trail along the rise of his cheek, all she feels is cold. skin. silence. her palm presses against the side of his face, heels click in the quiet as she steps close enough where he could feel the slow exhale of her. close enough to touch.

WOULD YOU RATHER I BE HIDDEN? a quick heartbeat and rabbit-fear, behind the stars, something to be hunted, to be found and pulled back? she knows the answer without bringing it to her throat. no. lies became neither of them. he would want her hunter. hungry. her other hand is set over his heart and she thinks about slow dances. about starlight.

“ YOU’VE FOUND ME, MON CHER. now --- what do you intend to do? ”

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❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜

WARSAN SHIRE.

IN THE MORNING he would smile and kiss her brow before work. come home late at night or days later, a new bruise or wound still fresh on his skin. she’d kiss his brow. bandage each injury and try to still the worry in her heart. he took her to the headquarters to ease her nerves once. twice. showed her the people that became his family. showed her all they did to keep the world safe. this is reinhardt, this is gabriel, this is angela, this is jack.

“ WHAT OTHERS? ” each one of them looked her in blank eyes when she returned and proclaimed her fine. safe. home. inside her bones she was wailing. pounding on the cage of her chest for someone, someone, anyone to see what blood-red curse twisted around her mind. for death or salvation or someone to stop her shaking hands.

IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT her fears came to an end at the tips of her own fingers. his fluttering pulse, his hands clawing at her arms. ( if she lies, she says she didn’t cry. that it was too late for her to feel anything. if one were a spider on the wall of that night — they would see her after with his body in her arms like they were sleeping still. they would see the way frightened woman’s shoulders shook with everything she had done. )

“ THERE ARE NO OTHERS. or would you do everything for me, soldier? if you’ve not died yet, would you die for me? ” fingers tighten against her weapon, palms pressed to all that she’s become. it’s easier now. she won’t cry, now. she’s forgotten how. “ that is what happened to the others. there is no one now. ”

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warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme

warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher. you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade. i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page). last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.

feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!! – LIZZY

the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)

❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜

❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜

❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜

❛ did you ever love me? ❜

❛ of course, of course. ❜

❛ are you made of steel? are you made of iron? ❜

❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜

dear moon (the distraction)

❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜

how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)

❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜

❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜

❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜

❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜

❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜

questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)

❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜

❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜

❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜

❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜

❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜

❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜

❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜

❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜

❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜

❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜

❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜

❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜

i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)

❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜

❛ what a shame. ❜

for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)

❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜

❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜

❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜