what is it you believe in?
the word that people use to magnify and exalt skin against skin?
heat cools. skin rots. time moves on.
love is a construct, you say? they created a need. not love, not pain.
there is a girl with long hair the colour of earth, and a smile that makes me forget and remember. i think i will always forget. remember.
summer holds me prisoner to its heat, its hope, its temporary relief.
we are clinging onto each other’s dust.
send us a signal from a universe that knows how it ends.