“once, my sun, i begged you not to fall where i can’t follow. as if i would not see the soft glow against the ground where your stardust footsteps wound. i am pulled forth by your shallow breaths, down and down and down, never to refuse that hungry, hallowed ground. i am small and selfish and stubborn. the path is barred to me, yet i still call out to you, for you, towards you. maybe that aching gravity still binds us; are you waiting on my mournful howling call? without an anchor i am breaking, yet shaking, i seduce the earth. entice the darkness, call the lust from the shadows that swallowed you — for as they are hungry, so i am willing. drag me low and under, pull me back from my moonshine mother, for she lost a sun in you and a son in me and mourns for neither. beckon me, and my faith-stained blood will flow.”
you were my hold steady // r.k.













