Ursprung | a poem

I am haunted

by a ghost who stole my brother’s name


I am abandoned

by someone whose skin

whose hair

whose eyes don’t exist anymore



I barely stand on my feet

an organ donor

whose organs were crushed



nothing was usable

we weren’t asked


I am haunted by my mother’s voice

my mother’s voice changed forever then and there


I call you home to me

but home hasn’t existed for a while now

has it ever existed

maybe you’re home

and I’m not


do you appear as I imagine you

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

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