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Writer's pictureDanielle Pryor

my love.



I search the streets of the city

the eye of the storm

the stars in this starless sky

to find what the depths of my core

is searching for.

It’s an unattainable energy

floating through space

as I chase it through time

never able to quicken my pace

enough to reach it.

The fire in my chest is burning

a hole in my rib cage

as the hourglass empties

and fuels the flame

that will burn my soul

if I don’t hurry.

So I hurry.

I run blind.

Vulnerable.

Naked.

Alone

into the depths

of this unmarked

territory.

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