Camila Oliveros

We should have been dead by now.

It sounds awful, I know. I know it more than anyone else. But you also remember. That night in which we crammed our mouths with handfuls of stardust. In which you held my wrist tight - oh so tight, and ran in straight line for what could have been minutes or hours, but we never looked back, not even once.

It was the next morning, when the atrocious and irrevocable truth came silently but steady towards us. You came to my house and looked at me with those big brown eyes of yours, and I let out silent sobs against your shoulder blade, and we engraved hushed promises throughout our skin and we kissed as if with doing so we would go back in time. No one else would ever know, just us two.

We should have been dead.