There's a creature that lives somewhere between my ribs. Small, wild, a lover of the moon. Shaped like a lily and glowing like the warmth of a single lit match.
It was born when we met. A spark amongst tinder.
It stumbled onto its feet like a newborn lamb, looking at this brand new world of blues and fires and yellows and maybes that was being slowly painted on the walls of my rib cage. Sweet smoke was filling my head and clouding my vision with rose-colored hopes and plans and the creature was sucking it all in like oxygen to a flame.
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Love the similes and metaphors.
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