it wasn’t just the humidity that hung in the air when i pushed open the backdoor, left unlocked especially for me. and that was all the confirmation i needed. i had been feeling it for a couple days already and that dragonfly was awfully big.
so i walked around the apartment. looked at what was left and how it was left. i took a deep breath, inhaling the traces of what had taken place, knowing. even if i hadn’t wanted to it’s never really our choice, is it?
i went back, retracing our steps. returned to the path with the train tracks. and of course the train came, as it always does. all too obvious, that train and how fast it speeds.
tapping is persistant, when life is at a standstill. sometimes no words will quiet that vibration. and it was louder than you could realize, not that you had any control. earthquakes can’t even shatter the orbs that those sounds reach, when a look, a touch, becomes impotent.
and i think you felt the same pull, tugging just a little too hard. hard enough to rip some out. till we broke and collapsed outside the whole thing. panting, trying to feel some of the shreds to press them back together but ultimately they settled somewhere else.
the conductor presses on the brakes, but nothing can slow this behemoth. it fires ahead, unstoppable. so we sit on top of a car and watch the sunset fall around us until orion’s belt rises above, waiting for scorpius. silent.
maybe. maybe the landing is the next step. don’t forget to tuck & roll.
“all the boys who got to you…”
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