Kind

For my guiding light, for the star which shines on this path I walk.

This is the first of a two-part series called Shadow Mirrors. Part B is Cruel.

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love me…
like
sunlight on the skin of a child, lost to war
like
ribbon flesh caught on the barbs of an internment camp fence
beyond
skin and bone
make me to crawl
beneath the surface of your heart
a rise and fall
a distant memory split
spilt
from the edge of time
an echo
the voice you know
but cannot name
the disease
you cannot remedy

lie
in the pool of my longing
until with swollen bloat
i might seep in
through cracks and crevices
filling you with
dread
for when i will inevitably vacate this space
leaving you empty once more
as i have been without you for so long

Kind
to dead things and damp places
a hollow sound
like a forgotten song
ringing in your ears
playing as you fall asleep
strange trumpets and haunting strings
guides to the abyss
the other side
where we are one
where we are alone
calling
endless and immutable