Anniversary
I. The dying beat of butterfly wings, jade and citrine beating & beating until they dissolve to dust. Infinite sunset, rupturing like a raw egg yolk, silencing all who see.
II. There’s a sense of beauty: scorched homes w/ the lingering aroma of fried dumplings. An album of wedding photos & elegant stationery. But you can no longer see faces.
III. There are documents you’ll come across: diaries & photographs & yellow-stained. Receipts for store-bought milk & dry ice. Gasoline, there’s always gasoline. Beautiful fragments of the love & loss that followed, until they’re lost in the wind.