maybe it’s a trick of the light, but i swear i spoke fears into a cold exhale and you held out your palms, catching them midair. tangible ghosts danced in your hands, the color richer each second. i want to know if i’m spectral inside too, a pirouette-sashay-plie soul, or if it’s just my breath like an afterthought. you remind me, you say, ‘you are the fears hopes dreams you breathe, and my skin is just a mirror.’ every shard of you morphs a flat palette into a kaleidoscope– my god, the hues of me i never knew
alive in you.
–for d.j.
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Dress: Loft
Leggings: Aerie
Belt: Steve Madden
Cami: American Eagle
Earrings: FYIE, independent boutique
Shoes: Miz Mooz
wallflower. 