Scars
Overridden by the soft touch of
Your skin on my skin
Breathing
For air in a vacuum
We hold each other
Not because we can—
Our limbs broken
wounds gushing
Out the secrets we so desperately guard—
But because there is a cosmic hand
Placing your hand in mine
While my eyes become bewildered
like a doe in bright light. You
Breathe
Into my collarbone
Down the pores of my skin and into my
Heart, pounding
For life on desolate soil.
Love
The most incredible feeling
Of knowing we’re existing
Even as all but
Nothing burns.
Editors: Nicole O., Nadine R.
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