#not my cleanest or most skilled drawing but definitely the one thats had the most hours spent on it

[spanishinfluenza]

Esme's 3 warmest days

Baby Blanket

I want to meet you, precious stranger. You're voice and name are foreign, though your warmth is familiar. I stretch my fingers ten months forward to grasp you, though you're here taking each step beside me. I know you, little alien: i braid an ancestral tapestry as we grow close. I pull my frayed heartstrings like thread to seal you to my body. I use my needle to hole punch my skin and weave you through the open wounds, so your easy company in my organs might heal me like a salve. Every pull threads you tighter to my flesh and the goodbye will surely shred me.

But I pull the stitch closed, regardless.

My needle is unsteady. I tread lightly. I defer. But this goodbye is mine to wave and when I come to tear your skin from mine, I will recognise you in the blood. I will kiss your cheeks and pet your eyes and I will thank you for the holes you leave behind, for the opportunity to press salty lips through my seams and whisper endless farewell. I don't regret getting to know a pain like yours so, please, when i peep through my holes from time to time, wave goodbye to me from the other side. And tell me

you'll pull our stitches closed again, regardless.