my bed remembers my body
cradles me
like a nest home to a bird
with broken bones
and i have never felt so brittle.
there's a dry loneliness
in the harsh halls of my hollows,
a sole heartbeat
carrying the sound of a thousand drums.
i want the nightingale's
sweet
wire-thin
melody
to carry me to the moon, solemn selene,
and i will
curl up in the craters
and press my cold cheek to hers.
love,
mari
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