Can you patchwork a dream?
Cut balloons and drift down
So that she could confirm herself to him
Make herself so tiny she finally felt the choke of time
How could we walk under all of that pressure?
She thought
So light in a universe of heavies
Too light in a universe of darkness
“I would never not love you.”
She wanted to sew these letters to the air
But her tools did not work
Her tissuey arms could not move
Soft joints no longer flexed
Subject to his magnetism
She went limp in the palm of his hand
He was a glittering bead on her surface
Gently pulling at his surroundings
Her patterns becoming warped reflections on his skin
Climbing and descending into her valleys
Unthreaded seams
“Anticipation”
She had never not seen everything at once
Now everything was as linear as the ribbon that was spiraling away from her as the Time Traveler pulled away at everything.
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