Thursday 12/02/2021 11:15:00 PM

 her dirty dress was still on her as they removed her skin. her bones hummed. the last notes of a song.

i listened for a while. 

the hours crystalized. frozen in absentia. the needle slipped away from the thread. all the stitches came undone.  

all that was left was the body. the rigid cage of her flesh. 

everything inside it gone. 

her blood stale. her words blunted. 

the pillow bruised with her end. 

i listened for a while 

to all the verses she had not sung. 


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