Zukunftsbilder | a poem

I watched her dig her own grave

without ever moving a finger

watched her envy flights of birds

her body that had long put itself to rest

I loved

met, looked for and recuperated

from ancestral trenches

abandoned cribs

I picked her up

blind to her surroundings

but she’d never be whole

she’d never be able to stay

a girl so tired

grown old in a body that she had said goodbye to a thousand times

and her father would wait for her at an invisible door

and her eyes would blacken and come back from the dead

for a sip of Coke

but to me, her eyes had always been so porcelain blue

how could someone with a smile like that

be so tired of life

I wouldn’t be able to bring her back anymore

her hair stuck in a brush

the talc sachet half-full

the reading glasses would never reach the end of the story

and yet

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

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