Supernova

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Where did you go?

I pray, 

On hands and knees.

Facades of piety. 

Blurring until I’m perfectly obscured

To you and to me. 

A desperate attempt. 

Clinging to barren scraps. 

Bits and pieces of the past. 

.

I rewrite our history, 

Erase our marks, 

Tattoo tales. 

Lying takes diligence. 

It can’t be so wrong.

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Ephemeral lies cloak me. 

Wisps freed from my mouth. 

An unsure nausea churns in me. 

Wrapped in their comfort, however fleeting. 

I know I’m too stubborn, 

Too angry, 

Too faulted. 

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I like it this way. 

A pseudo-mummification, temporary. 

I can only pray I’m one day preserved, 

Preserved in this way. 

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This epoch 

Is forever fading. 

Counting constellations, 

Knowing these stars are things long gone. 

I’m supernovaed just for you. 

Iridescent explosions, 

And your eyes lock on. 

A twinge in your finger, 

An almost jump, 

An almost connection. 

I’m too bright, 

Too hot. 

You turn, 

You can’t take it. 

.

No matter how much you desire, 

It loses meaning 

In the face of time. 

Laughing at your ignorance. 

You, steadfast, 

Foolish, it said. 

And I suppose I’d agree 

If I hadn’t gone. 

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How will I go?

Why did I go?

Where did I go?

Lucas Castillo-West
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