funeral | a poem

I am allowed to be a child here

her nipples are purple

her nipples are blue

the mouth is gone

ether, leaf, nerves, veins

the suction

ever inexistent

the tongue

saliva, sweet disturbance

lost her head

hair in a ghost’s face



flesh torn and screeching hole

air between the stiff fingertips

holding nothingness

images in her brain


glued to her chest

the fingers grow long and creaky



head turned towards me

her face is leaking


I’ve never seen her liquefy


right beside me

and all I could do

was hold her gaze

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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