When I press my hands against my eyes, I see the galaxy in my palms. 

I imagine all the stars dancing above me
Time flows through my thoughts
Through each inhale and exhale
The peaceful night is ruptured by my brain's noisy corridors
The stress of impending sleep deprivation

Will I die in your arms...our joints creaking like rusted metal?

hunter and the hunted by simple minds will always remind me of when the priest came to visit you in the hospital. all i can think of now is the dust accumulating on your skin. 

i want to feel the weight of your sadness in my palms

i am happy because
my mouth still tastes like dust

the edges of my mind are lined with beautiful daydreams
sinking in and out of consciousness
i dive deep

In a hospital bed, you were  pregnant and happy and beautiful (as always). You had a  lovely glow and told me that you finally felt complete. I kissed you ion the forehead before you slipped placidly into your final sleep. 

a plot of dirt where
we go to mourn and
spines
are slowly unraveled into
bones
white as bleach lying in the sun
placed in a fragile arrangement
longing for the past

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I had a dream that I had my wedding in Oslo.

In a separate one, I became a wolf.