I listened to the sound of the river’s ripples. The rush of crystal’s excitement filled my hollow hearing. I sat on the slippery land beside the blue fluids—could I catch your name when it flowed with the water?
Behind my bruised back, the dark forest lingered to smother me with its branches and hymns. Every after minute, a crack would go off to the nature—the distraction caused my head to swivel; it might be you.
At last, the moon rose above the suicidal skies; the illumination it gave spoke about her earlier tears.
Another crack eluded the lethal trees.
There was a gleam in the river.
I killed my curiosity on the forest’s hymns when I snatched the red flesh of the river—it beat at an unhurried rate, but I could not hear my name.
Someone behind me called my name.
I turned to see your head—afloat. “I have been looking for you,” but I knew you lied.
I might be carrying your heart between my trembling fingers, but, beneath your own revelation tonight, I knew I only lived inside your head.
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