Oh, That Shotgun Sky

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Free.

That's such a dangerous word. Sure does look pretty sitting in the space between us like that, all glittering and gem- covered. But I can't help but wonder how much pain is on the other side of it. After all, even diamonds cut.

OH, THAT SHOTGUN SKY

Of Honey and Wildfires

There's honesty in walking through the world with open wounds. No lying about the pain that's carving me up. No hiding the injury that's cleaving me in two. Don't think I've ever been this true.

I don't know what to do with all I'm feeling. No one ever told me that love is an ocean. That to love, you must let yourself drown.

“There is part of me that ain't never coming back. I gave it up willingly, you understand? I gave it all to him. That's what love is. It ain't all soft and pretty; it's hard and biting, too. It's a hungry wolf, and you just keep feeding that beast bits of yourself.” I fix her with my eyes. Feel them punch all the way through her soul. “Listen to me and listen well: Love devours.”

do

feel—

OH, THAT SHOTGUN SKY

It's a special kind of torture to survive after the one holding your heart has died. It twists a soul something awful. Not a person in this world deserves this.

Of Honey and Wildfires

Of Honey and Wildfires

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