ArchiveApril 2014

Earth

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She spoke of star-gazing. Her ceiling was a plain galaxy: a stranger’s ground. Spine straight, leaned forward, she moved like a telescope and found the earth in my eyes. I pushed away the curtains and opened the window. Branches stretched into the sky like veins, stars were arteries. She pushed the window closed and pulled me from the sill. Her hands crashed onto my core. I stopped feeling so...

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