Explore Fonder

I have existed forever          microscopic particles shifting          from one configuration                              to anotherand I am not afraid of dying          organic molecules decaying          from mass to energy                              then back againI am never created nor destroyed just always forgetting what I was before

I loved you--                    at least, as much as a desert can love the rain:          begging for relief from the torrid sun          and knowing the flood would still hurt the same

These minutes are intangible        strings of moments, all perfectly aligned        no left, no right, just looking back and moving forwardAnd I think that I have lived this before        the same moment of a different life        along another timeline with its own endpointBut we are all stardust, rotating through the heavens        crushed between the ghosts of ourselves        no left, no right, just parallel races to the finish

I can see my inheritance every time I look in the mirror –               how my left eye is larger than my right               and my jaw was once too small for my teeth               or how my face always seems to betray               the anger that pulses just below the surfaceDarwin was not so kind to me with the better qualities, but if I open my arms and expose my true nature then maybe I can bleed out the half of me that came from you and hold some pride in the traits that remain after

I still remember the glow of my dress when you set flame to the pyre; my flesh charred marble of black, blisters, and blood with ashes scattering in each of the cardinal directions as you watched under the protection of your God.            I once lit five candles while whispering a prayer to honor the elements            but all you heard were the words of a witch that needed to burn for her sins.

If distance makes the heart grow fonder,            then why do I only find torment            when these inches turn into miles            and the bridge between collapses?Maybe we could find our way back to how things used to be,             if only we could rebuild that middle ground.

Her beauty was nothing more than tragedy          soft scar tissue that marbled her flesh in fresh cut rivers and          fault line cracks where her muscles shook the bones too rough                   He once caressed her in the daylight of summer                              sunshine warming the air in her lungs,                              burying the darkness in the back of her thoughts                    and tortured her in the moonlight of winter                              starlight sucking the cold from her breath,                              chasing the good times from her consciousness         but she still believed in love  ...