by Iolana Paedelt
Sometime in April
The moon shines bright and red tonight,
you just woke up as I am falling asleep.
Funny drugs and alcohol to numb out the pain,
we have been apart for too long.
take eros’ starlight as your guide through this eternal darkness.
would you swim across the stormy sea for me?
even if it means I’d fall down these high cliffs
as winds of deadly uncertainty try blowing out our light?
they have trapped us in different cages, miles apart,
when I first whispered “I love you” through the cracks of your broken heart,
I asked the gods to die the second you did.
many moons have kissed erebos since we have last been together.
I dyed my hair mulberry yesterday.
mullberries used to be white before I met you-
before you kissed me and the blood from our ripped hearts united.
the skies are turning purple now,
silver butterflies return.
they keep you out yet won’t let me leave —
trapped behind these border lines, my paranoia is killing me.
I’m slowly going fucking psycho.
I miss you.
it feels like a decade since I have last touched your skin.
has it turned to marble yet?
don’t leave me alone in this world of chaos where distance is safety
yet our distance is my death.
defying the impossible,
I can never lose you.
will I see you again under a starry sky in September?
Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and poet. Her short stories and poems have been published in anthologies and magazines, both online and in print. On Twitter @therealpaedelt. On Instagram @therealpaedelt.
