picking sunflower petals by spotlesseternal, literature
Literature
picking sunflower petals
i.
i no longer feel tethered to you in that
you are the oxygen that seeps
into my diving helmet but instead
sometimes you are my anchor and i am still too unsteady
to walk stably upon the shore.
ii.
my todays start a tab on my tomorrows just
so i can spend a few hours in yesterday.
iii.
my mind
was a galaxy and you
could not content yourself
with simply being a star so
you compressed your core into a black
hole
and consumed me.
iv.
you told me i was beautiful when i asked
but you’ve never fucked me with the lights on.
v.
before i realized that people are
two-way mirrors
i used to think that transparency was a color and
that i