Anathasia

 

There were clumps of sunlight clogged into your bedsheets. I remember when I first laid there. Stars atop your ceiling, and your heady laughter flittering through the sheets, licking its way into my lungs.

I thought, perhaps this could be athanasia.

You had the poise; with your all-to-knowing eyes- Zeus’s irises. You sat perched upon that frame as if it was your throne, your flight into the cosmos. You were untouchable, transparent here next to me, but you shine like a twine of moonlight.

I craved for that elixir on your tongue.

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