of the sins that run inherited through our voices. #1-Ari Purkayastha/Fallen Alone

Ari Purkayastha/Fallen Alone

Fallen Alone

i’m sorry.

you’d asked me to wait,
and i had forgotten
the quiet sound
of your prayer
falling softly through
a broken february
morning.

that night
we spit out our longing
at our feet
and fucked the demons
under our beds
as if the sky was
turning blind
of ocular melanoma.

••ari purkayastha

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