Late Have I Loved You – 100th post

(My twin sister loved this painting.) I miss my twin. I've missed her like hot, searing fire lately... right down to the bone. My skin melting off, charred ash... and the bones still ache, and the ash still smokes from the ground, sending up aching like incense to the sky. These times come without warning, …

distilled. (a poem)

distilled.faces flashed by.warp speedslowed byyour eyes, my eyes.I caught thema butterflywings flutteringsoftly against my hand.Wide openyou gulpeda world full ofbrackish waterThrough the opened lidseverything floodedan ocean in yourone entire drop of self.But you laughed.because beauty ofasymmetryis this...that by swallowingthe oceanyou can losethe dropand all youever wantedwas to bea very lost drop.distilled.