opening a trunk of memories, and i remember your wet little nose, dark eyes. everything fades away like a melting icecream cone in my hand. i miss you.
laying on the operating table, wondering where it all went wrong. butterflies in your tummy isn't always nervous puppy love, sometimes it is a scalpel trailing down your abdomen. i am not your mother, and no one will never be the same again.
eternal static radio in the trunk, leaking cerebrospinal fluid while bound and draped in white gauze. newly wed in my dress while i watch you bloom into a bright red flower of soft, soft petals.
dear you & the cabin encase long memories, which happen to be my favourites. ♡
