Frühverstorbener | a poem

she’s on her knees

fallen

mauve wound

contemplative

resurrect him

*

you’ll follow her home

yellowish spine

cracked

worked

smiled all day without a reason

do I need one

*

bring him back to me

and where would he go

grey fingers mark her skin

her throat is glue

her hair a knot

I’ll keep him here

*

tailor seat

rely on me

walks with her legs

how they hid his

from her

upper body goodbye

compartmentalise

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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