a monument somewhere in athens

I  like the way Milo feels on my tongue

It’s grainy, like the stone of my skin

And I feel like a goddess in gray

The grounded sand cooling my heart

As it stops beating, leaving a ghost in its wake

Wondering why the stone begins to crumble.

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