we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room
i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head
dead hearted
hollow chested
echoing words
listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke
understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing
i join her in her darkness with my tiny light
hold my hand i say
don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend
this makes me laugh and she half smiles
hand still outstretched
she takes it
tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants
holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room
Criss cross applesauce I love that phrase
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Me too 🙂
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