A FRUIT

Fly In My Room

by Lily Akre

I watched u die on my phone screen

Ur tiny legs struggled to accept the fate of my thumb

On ur little life, lit up by the bright I took ur wings

And buried u beneath my bed

It didn’t feel quite right stars. we are far from the city the horizon a light blue “flowing into the abyss” i say, but the source is the abyss and the light is leaving it hands. we are far from each other though appearance suggests otherwise is it natural to dilute this much of ourselves? the notion of waking tomorrow a street lamp tiny, insignificant, but diluting all the same a gash is cut into the forest for convenience our convenience so why not gore even deeper lacerate the earth with our feet — not in sync; our hands locked together in declaration of something pure? significant? how many stars can i not see? i wonder as i look into the void we are not so far from the city our hands never slip from each other’s our declaration must be screaming amidst all this noise there is a red blinking light so far, we ignore it this world is so beautiful pure? significant? i know you see me as what you think i am but your body is so warm the blue light has drained we are stars when i can’t feel your heart beating i am scared; are we still alive? hands clasped so tightly we must be making pearls thump-thump thump-th-thump i feel all that we are. hands

To kill u like that.