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::: Vessel :::

The faint remembrance of cherry lingers on my lips
As though I’ve just kissed a flower.
My eyes turn towards the sky and it appears to dissipate within my irises.
I breathe deep, turn the static down.
The hot sting parades through my nostrils, but it’s pleasantly calming.
Reminds me that things can still be slow.
The waffled textures of the farmhouse fence are visible through the trees from where I stand
But all I can think about is how badly I miss him.
And how much I’d like to be standing where he is
Peeking through tangled curly locks at kohl-lined eyes and asking him if he’s seen the elephant.
The stone bench feels icy, even through my jeans, but I only smile
And wait for the tide to ring in.

Is he here yet? I swore I heard him enter. I’d know those shuffling feet, from a mile away.
Why does he insist on following me here? He knows I work alone in my garden.
Suddenly I feel warm hands fasten to my hips, but cold arms encircle my waist.
I’m floating, but only for the moment. The water for the tea hasn’t boiled yet.
“Once you can stop dreaming, you’ll fly,” He warns me. He always knew where to hold my hand.
I’ll turn this last corner, and he’ll still be there.
I’ll just make the pot of tea, and he’ll still be there.
I’ll just f*ck for the last time, and he’ll still be there.
I’ll stand on the edge of the seaside cliff and whisper your name to the stars, but you’re gone.
Why am I cursed to relive my memories of you?

He’s a delicate bee’s wing
On the inside of a foam pillow.
Wake. Rise. Smoke a cigarette, just one, you don’t want to become an addict.
Don’t live your life for somebody else.
They all fall over, in the end, even you.
We can’t all be heroes. Besides; it’s much easier to be a villain.
Who loves the hated?
Who hates the loved?
Who, at the break of dawn, cries their tormented heart into the ocean
Only leaving it to be picked at by the gulls
And washed away by a new tide
To a different shore.

Written by: ~ Lynsey Moon