For Tate

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"darling, dearest, dead."

Submitted: May 13, 2016

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I write you into new universes and in every one of them, you have some form of light in you. Always. The first ray of the day. The last moonbeam. Starlight. Fireflies. Exploding comets. 
I write you a whole different person - happy, exotic, alive. I give you two hearts and pink hair, I keep the smattering of freckles across your nose. I give you ocean shoulders, make sure there's someone there to separate the waves. I give you gentle hands, you can touch without ruining. In this universe though, you cannot appreciate the gift I have given you. That's okay, the wonder on your face the first time you stop something breaking is thanks enough. 
I write you a story where you don't wake, gasping at night. Where you don't have to scratch your name over and over to keep yourself from disappearing. I write you vibrant and bold. Captivating anyone around you. You are always smiling, lifted spirits as though your hearts were riding in an elevator headed straight for Olympus. You never take a glass shard to your thighs and carve like Michaelangelo himself tried to sculpt beauty out of you because you are already exquisite. Putting Aphrodite to shame.
I write this illness out of your head. I find a way to erase it from history, it's just a nightmare. I am positive that your brain will not wither on itself and die at a too young age. You'll live to be one hundred and you'll die, in your sleep no doubt, with your wife holding your hand and your children all around you. You welcome it; say you've lived a long and good life. And you have. I am proud of who you grew to be. I am proud of all the things you have accomplished. In this universe, you do not have a clock on each breath you take. Inhale, exhale. Forget the value of life and just.... live. 
I write you golden. You sit in your back yard and the sunlight glints off of your glittering skin. You shower yourself with sparkling light, a seemingly endless stream ready to live inside your heart. You bask in the warmth of the love coming from the sun. All of the stars in the sky breathe within your lungs. A boundless, limitless space brimming with the beauty of you. You are a shining beam of light, placed at the centre of the universe and everything is enchanted.
I write you into new universes, and in every one of them you are alive. 


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