• Eleonora Soteriou

Change Me

The room traced with sugar grains scattered with your taste collecting on fragments of a body which disappears everytime I look away thinking of you – reaching out with a glance I can’t define yet knowing every word behind it. The orbit has begun and I’m whirling, searching for a place to land but not really wanting to leave you behind haunting the void I held close until I met you. Too conscious of the axis tearing through the middle of the room I keep spinning telling myself that motion equals distance moving towards an imploding end hoping I’ll arrive just in time for it to shake me, change me, leave me with a handful of world that slips through my fingers hoping it falls into your palms - or at least, should you never look back, let it shower over you – lightly, just enough for you to notice.

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