Totenkopf | poetry

if I saw your eyes now


after all this

without the matte death under your eyelid

that I never laid eyes on

I would know


that you would leave the world

in a hurry

get away from it all

that you would choose

to stop existing

in a place that feels like hell too often

unlike yourself

so unlike yourself

you’d conclude your life

with your greatest fear

all you wanted is never to be fully seen

so that they’d let you live unharmed

you grew up sustaining injury after injury

everybody else trying to keep you alive

but there was a murmur in your flesh

that got to you ever-punctual

a judgment call from head to toe

and I look at you pre-cremation

what kind of love brings us together like this

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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