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From ULR
Issue 14 – WITNESS
Object of Desire
Her star-self blazes only in his gaze, then dies, leaving her utterly blind to herself.
January 4, 2026
I am cheekbones lit in his eyes,
dappled dark hair descending
towards soft dip of my breasts.
In the telescope of his gaze,
I am resurrected—
a radiant star on desire’s firmament.
He blinks, he tires, his gaze
pans past me—
an inevitability,
my quiet death.
What keeps me up at night
is the horror of my blindness,
the perfected art—
rendering myself
invisible to myself.
In the long bend of the horizon
if no one watches it blaze the sky,
does a comet forget its own existence?
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