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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

 

simpler 

Efficient

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

 

Game

Over