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Alice Le Bihan • August 20, 2024

Chapter Tags: Literary Arts, Philosophy

I’ve buried two rings, shiny and silver. On one is where you engraved my name—on the other, where I wrote yours. 

I took mine off months ago, and chose myself. Yesterday, I noticed you had too.

Once-truthful promises of holding each other now offered to the cold. The rupture, unspoken. 

There was no breathing while they existed above ground. 

X marks the spot.

Forgive me.