cassandra.

Ra’ahe Khayat

Fallen Alone

199b69d8cd40ec0a93f8ffc3f64de752--dark-flowers-wild-flowerscassandra woke me up last night with her hair in my face, and her breath in my neck, and the frail beginnings of her grief tucked lightly in my palm. her breasts rested on my ribs, somewhere between two hearts- straining to unlive a relativistic heartquake that left more fault lines on our skin than this dense silence ever did; and her fingers lay over my womb- leached of all life.

she trembled- like there was an entire mos scattering in the echoing marrow of her bones, while the red in her hair insouciantly wilted into an utmost inconsolable complexion of grey; and she grew flowers on her skin with the wet linger of death she wore like a dress- draped over her skeleton like a monsoon sky halfway between falling and drowning.

i loved cassandra like i loved luna, and cassandra loved me like luna never did; and i…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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