you removed yourself
grey entered her blue eyes
the angles of her lips, downwards
embracing the sickle chin
your death shows up in her face tormented
within me you move around
your broken feet in my stomach still
upwards, to the heart, rocking chair
through the throat, over the tongue
ecstatic mouth, the absent body
verbalised, physicalised
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she wanted someone to enter her
for the first time
the day before her mother’s birthday
in public, on the floor, in hiding
the day of her grandmother’s death years later
she had picked her up at night
in winter, after she had walked past the cemetery
after he had entered and entered her
after she had taken him in
after she had woken up what had already been stirring
she stepped into the car
her altered face wide awake
in the reflection and body of dark trees
Croque-Melpomene 