Inspired by “Beginnings” - Johnny Goth
the soul of a boy, stuck between his afterlife and his past reality. the ghost of a girl, alone in her world,
trapped in her own kind of purgatory.
six feet underground is where he lays,
turning over, in his lonely grave. six feet into clouds is where she looms,
legs dangling off the edge of her roof.
these two lost souls, two lost ghosts, yearning for something they don’t quite know,
waiting to find if another exists. through the end, in hope, they persist.
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one october night, the cats prowling, winds howling,
a full moon aglow, with too-soon fallen snow from a lightning-stricken sky, the sparks of their spirits c o l l i d e.
this feeling, its own version of life. their love, its own kind of destruction. these two found souls, two found ghosts,
watch the twelve feet of space between them
c o l l a p s e.
only in ash can a bridge be built,
only once it’s all gone,
can anything be found
& at last, converge.
the soul of a boy, the ghost of a girl,
misunderstood in two different worlds.
six feet above & six feet under, once lifetimes away from the chance
of ever understanding each other.
a fated repossession, an indescribable connection. they’ve fallen like the snow, their only home, coming alive within their lover’s lightning-stricken eyes.
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their different worlds fall apart
as the mother star melts
together constellations never before formed, as the moon falls for earth
in ways their atmospheres
had never allowed for.
the collateral damage
of their seemingly lost,
ever-lingering love
lives & breathes, is named & birthed
within this scene of chaotic beauty.
nurturing love where there is meant to be none,
rediscovering life at the end of time
is a kind of upending that makes words worth writing, is a kind of transcending that makes stories worth living,
because an ending
is only a beginning.