Farbauftrag

when I write about you 

you’re back in the room with me 

∘˚˳°∘˚˳° 

and it feels like nothing 

within you 

ever broke 

∘˚˳°∘˚˳° 

I carry your ring with me in my pocket 

despite my daily fear of losing it 

∘˚˳°∘˚˳° 

when I write about what it means 

to me 

that you’re dead 

that you were alive 

a part of you appears 

without vocabulary 

∘˚˳°∘˚˳° 

when I write about how I departed from your body 

with ever-unfinished goodbyes and unanswered

comebacks with stretched-out hands 

I am finding my place in your death

∘˚˳°∘˚˳° 

when I am writing about the face that wasn’t yours

anymore I admit that I’m haunted 

because it doesn’t fade away 

it reminds me that you didn’t want to survive the injuries

figure model: @emilymetalskin