Hold...
The question, so obvious, and complicated
Versatile, and common
And still nowhere near the intensity of the answer
The allusion to the breath
The gasp without words
I hold my heart in shaking, cold, inhospitable hands
They extend, slowly, cautiously through the thick menacing air
Cold wind
Rain with the consistency of the salty, warm liquid
Which has become more of my friend than most
My arms straighten, and the hazel irises of mine are shrouded by winking eyelids
Does anyone reach for me?
I wonder, as the darkness is my only sense
My heart beats erratically, torn and spurting without the soft, warm home it had yearned for but never known.
"Will you ever come? Take away this weight of a thousand worlds compacted into a few inches of diameter?"
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