The music system played the same song on loop.
We were dazed to even notice or bother.
He was a better poet, he just didn't use words.
The magic was palpable between our breaths.
Maybe the riskier, the more magnetic it is.
Tread carefully he whispered.
I am used to walking on shards, I whispered back.
I felt his smile on my neck.
Devoured each other to
use it, later - for the Art
He went to change the world,
I cocooned to write about the butterfly effect.
Years ago;
My mother had yelled at me,
why the hell can't you love normal, sweet men!
I laughed and said - Never!
Prophesy much, eh?
Oh, the thrill of walking on shards!
~ Jael Varma.
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