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As he falls
asleep, his breathing
is like radio
static. When I
close my eyes
to let slumber
claim me, I
can hear snippets
of song, the
cadence of people’s
voices, and the
soft salient sound
of snow in
his breathing as
the dial keeps
turning. When slumber
finally comes to
take me, it
is to the
rhythm of his
breathing with the
beat of my
own heart.
I choose to forge ahead,
to push through the fog and fatigue
and the forbidden forest
that my body has become.
I am the Knight,
standing at the wall of brambles and thorns
with his sword sharp enough to cut through
but unsure how to move forward.
I am the Princess,
kept prisoner by the walls of her body,
unable to fine a way out
to see the world around her
and unsure of what she will find there.
I am the Wizard,
able to weave spells with words
that bring solace to many,
and yet he is unable to
find a magic that will cure him completely.
I am also the Sage,
able to find comfort in the wisdom of staying still.
She looks at the world around her
and listens to the music
that the water makes as it rolls over the rocks
or the sound of clouds floating across the sky
so that she can determine what
the world will say.
Yet still,
I forge onward
with my sword held high,
a thirst for the world
and a magic beyond naming
running through me.
I try to find my way through a world within
that is so strange and at the same time
a world outside of myself,
so beautiful that even the shadows
of the forbidden forest hold wonders
waiting to be found.
Rain fills up my skin
until I can’t breathe.
There is an anchor
sitting in my chest.
I can feel its weight
as it moves side to side,
trying to find purchase
in the waves
but finding none.
I look to find direction,
but can’t find a landmark
in the wall of water within.
My eyes are blinded by a solar flare,
light fills everything that I can see.
My body can’t find its path.
I lose myself within the way
that the sunlight looks as it
shines in the water.
As I struggle to find my way forward,
I lose myself in the whisper of the waves,
that is louder than
my heart.
When she said this,
I was taken aback.
What did a man smell like?
Sandalwood and a lingering scent of citrus?
Roses, musk and the sharp odour of masculinity?
Perhaps the soft tang of sadness and bergamot?
What did a man smell like to her?
I did not set out to smell like a man,
that was not my intent.
I merely wanted to make sure
that I did not smell
like yesterdays regrets.