SURVIVOR
MOURNING STAR
Mourning the past-self after trauma
Jun 29
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‘Mosphere from whence she once was lume —
Origins now
Unshown. Rut.
Rations of dismembered strength —
Nursled while
In groan. Gut.
Never left, her loveliness; it’s
Gypped & gouged in
Slumps. BUT.
That soon-day, she’ll say “thank you”;
And “goodbye” to pain’s
Response. Shut.
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