i was so excited to see your intention to write poetry again — i've missed your work so much!
three word prompt: smoky, scintillating, storm
we were supposed to be more than this. my eyes were supposed to be bright as fresh snow in the sunshine. your laughter was supposed to be a benediction like shooting stars. our fingers were supposed to be held tight by silver bands and scintillating gems. instead all i see is fire and smoky air on the distant horizon. instead all you speak are orders and prayers and final words. instead all we hold are cold triggers under our shaking fingers. instead our only wisp of salvation is a raging storm of water and wind and ruin that will douse the flames in a flood and would sooner drown us than save us. promise me, my love that we will have it again. promise me, my love that even if the gods have abandoned us have betrayed us have left us here to die alone that we will still have hope as long as my breath can meet yours as long as my hands can touch yours (i promise. i promise. i will give you back my sunshine and your laughter and our clasped fingers— or die trying.)
