Snow is falling outside my window, and I am reminiscing about the time when I was a sister in a palace created for a prince. I miss the touch, the long gazes, the bravery each student brought, and the reminder to flirt with life. My body longs for another back…

in an inhale and an exhale slipping through and in-between new veins old words never spoken aloud in a breath we inhale the skin once touched forgotten remembered the flesh the spirit the negative space we move between like gamma rays piercing through till consumed by fire in an echo…