Holier Bodies: A Poem

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It happened. It happened. It happened.

It happens when my eyes close

When I manage to fall asleep

Straight amidst the shadows

My brain tells itself

It happened, it happened, it happened.

And I am sure once my fears are not active

(Because I told you not to come at night)

You come to me and tell my brain

It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m okay.

I let it sink into me what you did

I feel the consequences

I know that you chose

I know you were free

And that allows me to breathe

The peace you made with it all

A notion that I could never have understood

Had it not rammed its spear into my heart at first

And I, despite the anguish and sorrow,

Discovered that with the arrow you

Sent the cure.

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Published by Croque-Melpomene

Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Hypercreative homebody. Self-exorcising Poetess. Creator of "Croque-Melpomene" & "Les Femmes de la Décadence". I hold a Master of Arts Degree in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Dissertation: The Decadent in Love with his Psychopomp: Thomas Mann's 'Death in Venice' and Adrian Lyne's 'Lolita') and a Master of Letters by Research in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Thesis: Romanticising Decadence and Aestheticising Death: Women as Projection Bodies and Mimetic Identities in Zola’s 'Thérèse Raquin', Schnitzler’s 'Dream Story', Süskind’s 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and Eugenides’ 'The Virgin Suicides').

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