breathe in my ancestors. breathe in. lovers lived in sleeping vulnerability: the story ends as they lost and buried each other. my body is a composite of future and past forms of star particles. through my newly dividing cells death is reborn; storylines and lifetimes.
memories recorded in someone else’s voice.
we were all one: discomfort of evolution. and momentarily i ache to grow. i breathe in you who never knew me, and we are one.