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+Montana II
+2021-06-23
+
+***
+
+I'm so afraid.
+I'm afraid
+that I'm tying everything I am to you,
+and one day you'll leave me,
+and it'll rip me apart
+like a misplaced amniotic band
+rips apart a fetus.
+
+The birds sing bittersweet melody
+in their perches in the trees
+segregating every cabin.
+I close my eyes
+and I'm in the Town again,
+healing from Parthena's rage,
+wondering where Eris' godsend
+went,
+and you, despondent
+in your tiny house, self-tranquilized,
+hoping eventually I'll take a hint.
+
+Though these roses in the chill blush harder,
+a shred of human form!
+guided by defying the golden
+that tries
+to sear
+my eyes.
+
+But in this body I cannot fly,
+cannot breathe,
+cannot perceive
+with open eyes
+your presence at my side.
+Choking on cotton tree dust,
+splintered wood from dog freakout,
+campfire smoke,
+rotted grout.
+
+I don't know how long
+we can go on
+like this.
+Months without your kiss,
+weeks without your touch,
+eternities where I convince myself
+I've somehow lost your love.
+
+Oh, heaven above,
+if you have any mercy,
+send me an angel.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander