IT ENDS IN A RIOT OF PERFUME by Alex Stolis

Offering 37 now available: It Ends In a Riot of Perfume by Alex Stolis.

 

In the evening, after rain
 
 
Rain is a language I can understand. The sky, a bruised pink
and purple. The sun is incomprehensible. No birds to fall
from flight, no sound but the rush of water. Hope you don’t
remember me. The way I waited for brittle bones to break,
the way I made a wish on the shorter half of the day you left.
Let’s be strangers again. This time we’ll learn to remember
differently. We’ll remember how to live with the loss of light.

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