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[farfromperfectmother]

The faraway firework

[farfromperfectmother]

[metamorphesque]

— Fish in Exile, Vi Khi Nao

[farfromperfectmother]

The birds in December sing as if it’s the start of spring. Our bodies know the air and how it feels of spring. How ice has its own smell, how somehow it smells of firewood.

[farfromperfectmother]

I want to breathe into the where my bones meet

Where your fingers play with my skin

Pressing into pain, breathing

Into you

[meanwhilepoetry]

“I wish there was a way for you to grow flowers where you are, my little love. I hope you still remember their radiance. When you come home to me, they will be waiting - alive and beautiful and unforgettable, just like you.”

— Letters from Demeter to Persephone, Nikita Gill

[farfromperfectmother]

You held me as fast as the rain came

No names were spoken, just touch

Summer air and naivety

Your chest, my forehead

Bare feet against warm concrete

Silence and whiskey on our tongues

Why does the rain come so quickly?

[farfromperfectmother]

Warm rain holds my body this reminds me of you It pours into my mind casting memories of : street lights, summer air, and naivety Droplets flickered though the night, oh how they sung alongside our echos Barefoot with warm concrete Rain rolled on my skin my forehead pressed into the center of your chest there was silence on our tongues no names needed speaking just touch

[farfromperfectmother]

This world existed before you

yet it will end when you are gone

How does one go on

when the eyes no longer see

when the eyes forever sleep

I do not wish to know of this world

still it will be

It will be that I force a smile

it will be that my hands yearn for your touch

it will be that my heart dies

without you

[farfromperfectmother]

This world existed before you, yet it will end when you are gone. How does one go on when the eyes they held no longer see—when the eyes forever sleep. I do not wish to know of this world, yet it will be. It will be that I force a smile, it will be that my hands yearn for your touch, it will be that my heart dies without you.

[farfromperfectmother]

Warm rain hugs my body and reminds me of you. It pours into the mind, casting memories of street lights. Remembering how droplets flickered though the night, how they sung. How they rolled and danced as my forehead pressed into the center of your chest. Where there was silence on tongues, no names needed speaking, just touch and understanding. We know nothing but feel everything.

[farfromperfectmother]

Where do the stars go?

Perhaps a place to be seen,

To be found within light

No longer hidden and

where time is thin.

Time weaves an inedible memory.

[farfromperfectmother]

My sons have the same features

Yet entirely different faces.

[farfromperfectmother]

[farfromperfectmother]

For sale 💜

[farfromperfectmother]