- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
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Image by Samuel Zeller
My First Friend
Like the fluttering inside an egg, you threaten to crack, spill across my fingertips like memories stitched from petals of melting glass. How is it you are not afraid, when my skin is awash with nightmares? You tell me you have no heart, but your gaze breathes life into the dim landscape beneath our feet. I remember the soft texture of your skin beneath my lips, my first friend, my confidant, my prisoner of childhood. I promise to lay you gently into your resting place this time, covered in the lilting fabric of youth.