• Hannah Flowers


also known as the stone of the sun

and you,

also known as the sun to my moon

as shining and bright and new

floating parallel in the sky

and every eclipse brings us closer

but, god, i could never touch you.

though i dream of it

as i roll this yellow rock between fingertips

the cold, hard, smooth on my skin

opposite to how i imagine you

warm and soft and rough

as long as i sleep, never ending.

as long as i live, unknowing,

never enough.

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the celebration

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

With Current.

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were


an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand