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Blue Winter Wood

We built Us with a capital U

By M.L. SukalaPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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we built Us with a capital U

a treehouse in a blue winter wood

(the one we stumbled upon together

in the dead center of our clasped hands)

you pounded every nail into every board

i tarped a makeshift roof over the frame

and even when it was nowhere near finished i pulled you inside

and with an eyebrow cocked and a goofy grin, you called it a good place

then you put the hammer to bed for just an hour

and we watched the willows make shadow puppets on the walls

in the light of a sugar-spun moon

when christmas still kicked dust bunnies around each nook

and when i said i love you too and meant it

i swear the words became shards of snow

fell over my entire being and softened to tears

as they reached my sternum

and you helped haul the beams for

this woodland abode well into the evening

i let the warmth in your voice thaw the marrow of my bones

and when it was done curled up next to you on the sawdust carpeting

and after we drilled our names into every single plank

you said, more sure: such a good place

and i pulled you into my arms

and with a kiss said: we did something right

and you said: no

God did

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About the Creator

M.L. Sukala

I write because I have no other option with a voice and stories that demand to be told. Hit me up on Twitter @ml_sukalawrites or email at [email protected].

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