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@vaporade
i try to swallow the sugar
the sweet version of your name
coating the back of my tongue
convincing my mouth
that this was nourishment
that this was love
but my body is a historian
it remembers the poison
even when my mind forgets the taste
so every time i try to digest the lie
every time i try to keep you down
my throat closes
my muscles spasm
a violent rejection of the fiction
i want to be full of forgiveness
but i am only full of the truth
and the truth is an emetic
that refuses
to stay buried
the needle is a cold way
to say i love you
but i am terrified of decay
so i stitch the seam
along your ribcage
pulling the thread tight enough
to hide the opening
where the breath used to get out
i wanted you constant
i wanted the exact angle of your smile
caught in amber
so i replaced the messy wet heat
of your heart
with dry wool
and bent your wires
into a shape that looks
familiar
without the risk of movement
glass eyes capture your light
better than the real ones ever did
they do not blink
they do not look away
they do not cry
and i tell myself this is mercy
i tell myself this is how i save you
from the indignity of time
from the bruising and the aging
and the fading away
in this museum of us
It smells of chemicals
and the silence is heavy
i have curated a perfect statue
of the thing i used to know
forgetting that the beauty
was in the breaking
that the warmth
was in the rot
i kept the skin
but lost the soul
and now i stand here
dusting my trophy
waiting for a pulse
that i personally
removed
Junya Watanabe Fall 2026 Menswear
love this photo of solange
when i am most alone i feel you
there, looking out from your window yearning to be witnessed
i feel the tremble in your voice like a memory of a void that is shared by no one but us
we meet again then we are nothing and when you look at the moon we cry the same blue