even if I die
Even if I die,
I will still carry
echoes of him
in my weeping shadows.
And when I am sealed
In the core of earth:
and mud covers my
barrened soul,
while maggots feast on my cadaver;
and bones:
still they would find
the remnants of his love in me
the way he remains
tangled within my being.
Even if not as mine,
he will forever remain
as my muse.




Some people are passageary. Others feel like echoes in our wounded night sky.
It’s hurts so good ♥️