Candice’s writing is stunning 💛
She grew used to hunger
til it became a language to delve into
the ache a reminder
she once lived
the gnaw a shadow
of a former self
kneeling for prayer, her arms beneath the moon
in swaying movement
that moment elongated like youth
thinking she’d live forever
eternity her dance partner
even then
she did not need sustaining
no warm glass of something to forget the ghosts
they were not yet powerful enough
and meal time was a delicacy of suggestion
fruiting in her eyes
as she undid her zip
the slow fall and hiss of clothes
finding purchase in gravity’s collapse
she stood before you bare and empty handed
your eyes on her, hot and smiling
causing her to
light up like she were composed of a 100 watts
shining because you regarded her
nothing else was necessary
not even a meal in her empty stomach
unaware one…
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