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When they first talked about the sun flaking,

and how instead of ashes

love grew cold as it fell


I waited for a rising wind to shake

kisses from my hair,

and all around me would be a swansong

of stars torn into fragrant and screaming pieces

just because I hummed a wrong note.


This is what happens

when you mistake flames for flowers,


the world shatters.

*First published in Sonic Boom, April 2022.

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