Novelty makes no promises to last
It lives in inspiration and expiration
Beginnings and ends
The prettiest things aren’t the things that are mine
They are the things that were mine
You are beautiful because you are here
We are beautiful because we happened
Your existence is enough
You cannot live this moment forever, but
you can remember me however you’d like
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This is my attempt to write thirty poems or poem-like things in thirty days.
This is one of thirty.
Sugar Skulls by Snow Violent
A series of skull-and-bones shaped sugar cubes that make a spooky addition to any hot beverage.
"It was unbearable, one of those feelings that’s too intense to stand for long—euphoria, pain, yearning, and dread all at once. I could barely talk to him, and when I did, it was with mock bravado and an arrogant hardness I didn’t remotely feel."
—Kate Christensen, Blue Plate Special
so doing this to future children and children of friends’.