Creators

You fed me nothing and
I turned it into something.
Years and years of sitting behind
Veils of steam, black coffee,
Whatever warmth we could wrap
Our hands around while we spoke
In small words as the night grew
Darker and darker and then
Lighter and lighter. I am the
Indigo blue and you the burnt orange
Of the world. Our laughter has left
Puncture holes in the sky and formed
Stars above our heads. We have known
Each other forever, and not at all.
When I open my mouth, your
Thoughts tumble out like seeds
From a wilting sunflower. To call
Into the darkness, I know that there
Will always be a response, an echo,
A whimper, made from nothing,
Yes, but never alone.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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