Even now I feel you beside me. Not as guide or
companion but a bi pedal parasite
fashioned of eyes and fists.
You rattle in the back of my
when I call your name as caution.
While I have found alternative routes
on my lucid twilight wanderings
we'll cross paths
You pull me in with your flimsy limbs
then pull yourself up with my arms
to stare at me with
your watering eyes
snotty and bloodshot
you reek of molding branches
shit stain pennies
your booming voice
now a whisper
dying behind my ears.
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Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.