Posed natural
to last
steel rod through chest,
eyes of glass fill sockets
—still empty—
don’t betray memories of
brine in lungs
or sutures.
People declare their love,
never ask where the rest went.
Posed natural
to last
steel rod through chest,
eyes of glass fill sockets
—still empty—
don’t betray memories of
brine in lungs
or sutures.
People declare their love,
never ask where the rest went.
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