Tarnished

Under the wind’s assault, my hair is caught in a flap of dried skin on my lips. Tiny crescents from where I had dug my teeth in. Ripping open the sensitive skin of my lips again and again. Waking up with the taste of copper on my tongue, aching jaw.

Humpback whale carcass rotting on the rocky beach. Red flesh scattered on brown shells as seagulls clumsily peck away. Tarnished bones protrude from its stomach. One, two, three ribs, once white now cracked and yellowing under the weather.

A wake of admirers stumbling after her, unaware of their own decay.

The Link Between Us

There is a theory from mankind that multiple universes exist;

that with every thought we make,

we create entire worlds;

that we have lived every life in existence.

Oh, what a comfort this is.

To know that I have created entire universes revolving around you;

that I have embraced you a million times,

laughed at all your jokes,

touched you gently, over, and over.

We have danced; we have made love;

I have been you; I have carried you;

I have held you in my womb.

I have had billions of lifetimes to listen to your thoughts.

Oh, what a comfort this is.

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