dear anna IX

aching, I fell

from a car-smashed wreck in a pile of glitter

and crawled, limping into the dark.

I begged to share your dark, to heal

just not alone. Silently, our hands met in concert and you

let me know without words that it was a good thing

I wasn’t dead.

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