#dracmionee

so tell me: how did she look like? did her hair flow down her back, did her eyes glow with otherworldly light, her heart immortal? (mine is just as strong.) so tell me: why did you stay? was it her laugh, her voice, sweeter than the nymphs in spring? (you used to love those so.) so tell me: what did I not have, that made you so drawn towards her, like a drunk sailor, to the isle of the sirens? (I could bring you there myself.) tell me, and I’ll tell you how, I’ll bring the universe to my side, I’ll summon the stars, the moon and the sun, to destroy you. (to bring you home.)

newsletter: you have all my words✨

she speaks: the dead language of the stars. her lilting syllables a lullaby, whispering forgotten words. paint-stained fingers reach up, brushing the blue skies with sunlight, twirling the stars around the moon. the cracked spine of a book. (her broken heart.) mended and re-mended by the constellations of time. and though she has learnt too many, — her mind a river flooded by a tidal wave of swallowed speech— she has yet to learn the utterance of love. she has yet to learn to describe someone singing you to sleep. she does not know the names of those moments, when her feet barely touch the ground. she cannot speak of someone with stars in their eyes just like her. but she will whisper to her poets, until the day she can.

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