Remember me, haloed in the geometry of immolation that consumes the sky eon
by eon — Remember me crowned in sunstruck gold and palm fronds, cloaked in
primordial ocean, my hand outstretched toward the arc of death and heaven as
though I could touch the surface of infinity if I tried — As I’ve said, ephemera
holds its own sort of immortality — I hope you remember my promise, dear one
— I have fashioned a chariot out of bronze and myth, I have spun the solar rays
into currents, I have torn open the substance of the world to find you — I hope
you have not been waiting too long, enthroned in the sharp scarlet of your empire
— I remember you wearing the claws of your fate around your neck like a
talisman — I will find you again, beloved, I will fill your sky with desolating
light, I will carve your heart out of your chest, I will sink my teeth into it like a
sun-ripened fruit

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Elizabeth Feucht is a baker, taker of walks, watcher of stars, and adverb enthusiast from Wisconsin. Occasionally, she writes. You can find her on twitter @prvserpine.