negative space

there are bruises on my skin
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
fly away)

          it’s late and
        night creatures are crawling between
     anticipated gestures.        my hands are
 shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
  am a natural disaster, I am an
         apocalypse.    he
is static and I can’t decipher my own
                                           thoughts, he is
     in my throat, crackling like a fire.
  every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
                    is the future come back
                                   to warn me. he
is somewhere different.

   but he holds my hand and the sky whispers
   that everything is okay so for once everything

   is okay, (i’m so close to flying)