Yves Olade

Slaughterhouse

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Here I was: September. I was Icarus, struck down by my sun and still dying to get closer. I was part wildfire, part wounded animal. Part sunlight, part slaughterhouse.

Like a child, I flinch at violence, wherever I find it. Even when I’m the seed.

But look at all these rooftops I didn’t throw myself from, even if I could have done it so well.

I was a fool, a lover, some starving thing. I thought that any boy who could kiss me broken, would one day kiss me whole again.

Longing is so different when you are born hungry. 

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