Von Aegir Literary
luckless lovers' alchemy
EMILY FROST
i am a phantom in a boy’s broken body more at home in your arms than i ever was in myself. you are golden and godly and the time i spent bathing in your light was never quite enough. forgive me. i have always longed for what could eventually destroy me.
there are some stories i only allow myself to tell in the dead of night: tales where i do not have to fall on your sword so you can live where we can be the kings of more than memories where we can reign as one over something greater than ashes. the stars have long since tired of hearing me whisper about you but i have nowhere left to look but above.
i have followed you to the ends of the earth and one day you will follow me even further. you may be quick and i may be quick-witted but i have read this story before: we cannot outrun fate itself without being punished for trying.
if i can never again put my hands in yours i’ll settle for my blood on your palms instead.
there are some stories i only allow myself to tell in the dead of night: tales where i do not have to fall on your sword so you can live where we can be the kings of more than memories where we can reign as one over something greater than ashes. the stars have long since tired of hearing me whisper about you but i have nowhere left to look but above.
i have followed you to the ends of the earth and one day you will follow me even further. you may be quick and i may be quick-witted but i have read this story before: we cannot outrun fate itself without being punished for trying.
if i can never again put my hands in yours i’ll settle for my blood on your palms instead.
Emily Frost is a student and writer from the DC area. She reads and edits with the Lumiere Review, the Farside Review, and more. Her work has been featured in/is forthcoming in publications such as Southchild Lit, The Winnow, and HOLYFLEA Lit. You can find her on Twitter @saidemilyfrost.
