#alma ..........

@hearthwarm​​ sent:    i stayed as long as i could.    now look at the moon.

friend,     not fetter:      she reminds herself of this as she lifts her gaze to the celestial  cyclops  unblinking in the sky,    that which he coaxed her to regard.      a comforting ubiquity,    only a shade of the sun’s  blinding stranglehold.        ❛❛      i don’t suppose you’ll be taking this time to wax poetic?    something about how i can look up at the evening sky and be reminded of your  brilliance?      ❜❜        humor’s transference by osmosis,    by the fond leakage of  proximity    —    she has grown far too used to him,    such that the vulpine claws of  avarice  have made trenches out of ivory stone.      a boreal sigh.     there have always been creatures that fancy themselves  seasonal,     thralled by the unrelenting vastness of the world.        (      i cannot claim to know your  reasons,    can only endeavor to  understand.      )    

they stand by the doorway,    halfway to egress    —    halfway to  cleavage,    in hollow   /   hallowed silence.        ❛❛      𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚.      ❜❜        at last,    the congelation of an  exit wound.      the twilight of truth:    not all farewells are  amaranths,    but common florets.        (      doomed to winter wither,    to welcome the spring of salutation.      )        clutched within hiemal hand,    icy filaments weave into  crystalline  cravat    —    a parting gift,      proof that you were here.      she steps close,    tying fabric around the column of his neck,    smoothed with a smile.