2-person cwc justwrite

Cheerful band-aids reminding my skin that it would rather not feel anything, a banana in one hand and your earrings in the other, winking like oysters that hide beneath me, filtering the salt from my tears. On the evenings when it snows, I can never find my footprints, regret setting them free from boxes and melting all of my keys down to molten metal, memorizing shapes and tracing them over and over again on the ice. Sometimes I melt, disappearing because I'm so transparent you convinced me I'm no longer here, telling you that black and white are the same color, see the laughter catching up to your eyes before the light does, waves breaking in the air because this argument is so convincing I accept it like a fistful of flowers, wet grass hanging on their lips, and I feel like I've been torn from my roots and am falling away from the Earth, eyes closed, sky rushing by, hanging paper snowflakes from my fingertips and watching them melt before I can tie the strings, coming unravelled at the edges like a voice behind a wall leaking from itself before it can reach you. My life is new because I am young and in a place I've never been before. I can leave my mind behind me and find another two streets down, recycle myself until I'm back to where I started, see the ice crystals fading from my skin, and realize what I've learned.