escape with me, mold a new life for us, out of rough, painful clay until it is smoother than
polished marble
cradle me,
in your palms,
such impenetrable shields,
yet soft to the touch
catch me,
as i collapse,
completely liquid
from your touch
collect me,
and my desperate tears,
lustrous pearls of estrangement,
as i claw for comfort
save me,
from their vicious claws,
and spirit me away,
swiftly, swiftly
steal me:
your precious cargo,
your stolen gems,
from the throes
of an inescapable, rotting
hell
heal me,
nurse me back to health,
cocoon me in glowing warmth,
dissipate the cool touch of death
escape with me,
mold a new life for us,
out of rough, painful clay
until it is smoother than
polished marble
love me until
you cannot any longer,
love me until
you ache in my absence
love me until
you erase every haunting memory,
until they are but tasteless vapor.
Alin Quinn is a disabled, mixed writer and poet in the US. Their poems have been published in “Of Love and Dedication”, a Live Poets Society high school anthology, and “That Gray Zine”. When not reading or writing, they especially enjoy hanging out with their dog, playing the Sims 4, and collecting plushies. They are also currently studying social work in college.
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