she barely held herself upright
on her two feet
she had come
and stepped forward
to kiss your body goodbye
to let you go
you had already disappeared
and with her lips
pressed against your face
your bones cracked
everything inside of you was broken
that was the point
you found liberation
self-preservation
through the cracks
that looked like yourself
again
and you held on
you entered fire in a winter’s jacket
in your favourite blanket
and I conserve your name
I pull it out of your ashes
Croque-Melpomene 