for nadyalec, some poetry as requested

[pantryslut]

Tabula Rasa

I know that thing about each cell regenerating every seven years is a myth,
a metaphor for broken hearts and changelings, but I can’t help but know
it’s been seven years since you touched me, and I’ve forgotten
everything except how you cried when
I handed you the rose,
how you used your hands
because more might
mean

Comments

[nadyalec.livejournal.com]

lovely. thank you.