Graveyard to Graveyard

Kinsey Peterson

The day I died I greeted the stars.

From one graveyard to another

We discussed our lives.

Theirs were fantastical - 

Thousands of decades spent witnessing

Yet they were more interested 

In my mundane stories.


They wondered what it was like 

To have a mother

To fall in love.


I told them.


I told them how we’d fight and

how my heart would beat faster than 

I thought possible at the mention of her name.


What is that?

They’d ask

A heart?


I’d tell them how our lives were the span of a single organ

They found it perfectly fascinating.

I return I asked them what gravity felt like.


Not to be pulled, but to be the center

Of the universe.


I suppose it’s like your heart.

More weight than you thought you could bear.

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2023 10:26
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  • Neville

    I am kicking my self for not having looked at those heavenly beauties like that before .. tonight's gonna be different though .. 🌹

    • Kinsey Peterson

      I find it fascinating that we as humans find the night sky beautiful and the fall months pretty when in all reality we are looking at graveyards. Dead plants, dead stars, dead leaves. It's incredible that we find so much beauty in such a depressing view.

      • Neville

        Now that is an interesting view .. I shall take another look tonight

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