though i love the cool breath you left on
my neck lingering years past our
last goodbye, i can't live a
life where you still raise the
peach fuzz on my nape.
your pillow still
smelling like
you. you're
gone.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Comments (6)
Oh! ♥ Love the imagery in this, especially the peach fuzz, what a great description
This reminded me of the song When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne. Loved your Nonet!
lovely words and images
Tender memories; beautiful kp!
That was brilliant! 🩷
So, so good.