By Liliana Fraser-Shade

you are an impossible little bundle knit between my ribs
breathing, pulsing
some sick-sweet replica of my own heart

a ceramic imitation of the body i used to know all bones all
paper all
skin all
digging itself into the small of my back and slithering its way up,

you are an unfortunate little remnant
you are the body i wish i could be
echoing, mocking, jeering at the fogged mirror
where i look and don’t know myself
where i see a name
not a being.

all that craving to be delicate all
bones all
beauty all
wanting to be healed to find another ailment,

no closure

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