The Darkest Stone

Nov 16, 2024

∙ Paid

By Stacy Alexander

On the edge of celebration,

I placed my hand into the ether,

the space between us hollow,

waiting to carry a small kindness.

Knowing better,

I sent it anyway—

a message wrapped

in the silk of memory:

The words hung there,

weightless as snow,

melting before they could land.

I imagined him receiving them,

folding t…

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