poem: and in memory, i leave you

command:

 

put your hands around the memory of

that pain. squeeze, until it darkens to

some violent shade of violet, black, and blue.

 

kill the thoughts of those who gutted you.your stitches are clean. heal, for you are born again; rest – you have walked the shadowed halls of death

and emerged draped in victory.

be still, be safe. they cannot touch you from their graves.

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