#soft devastation

[aditigoswami28ag]

“oh my clematis” still echoes softly through the stage

even as everything begins to come apart.

the smile remains for a moment longer,

their eyes still find each other beneath the lights

as though the world has not already chosen

what it intends to destroy.

p.s. watching Alien Stage for the first time feels like accidentally discovering a masterpiece you were never emotionally prepared for.

[apracticeofattention]

the night realized the distance

A bed can tell the truth before anyone is ready to say it It remembers the heat of two bodies How one cools first How the other pretends not to notice

I felt the tremor before the words Your body pulling back as if it didn’t want to be caught wanting

I kissed you quick, a pressed coin No shine left on it

And my heart swinging wildly between grief and compassion As if I’m trying to rescue the both of us from a future already happening

Tonight, the bed is cold again It holds the shape of my body and the absence of yours And neither of us can pretend not to feel it anymore