i could find a better use for this

i was blowing kisses to a dead candle

whilst breathing, sunken, the remnants

of a visceral decadence.

i miss you, you know?

dying every moment inside of you

and so it is I am beholding

and so it is I am nothing

dearest,

remember the profile of our death.

we shattered.

2 concertos,

prokofiev & stravinsky