Next of Kin

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Like a glass of water tipped into the ocean vanishes, our youthful shoulders touch only for a moment. 

A masquerade of closeness.

The golden hour light illuminates my smile, while the hurt of your indifference hides in the shadows, just beyond the edges of the frame.

A lifetime in black and white, spent chasing after your affection, comes down to this:

We are blood. 

And nothing more.

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One thought on “Next of Kin

  1. Whoa…this really touched me. These words are beautifully written, “The golden hour light illuminates my smile, while the hurt of your indifference hides in the shadows, just beyond the edges of the frame.”

    While I don’t know if this writing is fact or fiction, but is a reality for many, including myself. We don’t always get the families we need; sometimes we have to create them ourselves.

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