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When We Mourn the Wild

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Why not bury my own dead flesh

Asks the mask


surpassing Icarus 

Who'd care to know that I would one day be gone?


I could not truly disappear 

From myself, my life, and the people who knew


Or didn’t know me


So I stripped myself down unsure 


72 pounds




It was the closest I got to being absent


65 pounds

“I’m okay, I will be okay” are my tentative words

hips that jut All raw tears 


Untangle this mess

Where to begin?


Treat myself gently 

Let myself feel deeply


Was I thriving?


Chasing down whatever could provide clarity

filling my cup 

with absent love


Just start

And keep going


Or else itll be-

Before i can reach myself