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Cosmic Hand


Overridden by the soft touch of

Your skin on my skin


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


Into my collarbone

Down the pores of my skin and into my

Heart, pounding

For life on desolate soil.


The most incredible feeling

Of knowing we’re existing

Even as all but

Nothing burns.


Editors: Nicole O., Nadine R.

Image source: Unsplash


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