appartenir | a poem

you didn’t look like you were sleeping

and why pretend

when you had already woken up in a different world


you’d never find your way back to him

why pretend

that going back would be a good thing


the wounds would never heal

dormant, concealed

a smile that knows its way out


you knew what kind of man he is

how irresistible he appears to be

and you shed him and shed him

until there was barely anything left

because you never wanted to be like him


you disembodied how men embodied themselves

and what would come out of this emptied room

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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