I can’t chase the horizon
with its pretty pinks
and bruising purples,
leaving fingermarks
on my soul-being
since
darkness carries me,
keeps the moon pressed
between my breasts
and the stars burning
behind my eyes
where twilight shades
the dusky sky
in shadows of black and blue,
but daylight breaks
and rips apart
what I’ve been chasing
all my life.
🧡
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