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Reminders

I’ve never processed death
in an average way. The loss
hurts—
but death happens. you go on.

Enter cancer.

If you had
any lingering holdouts
about your
mortality...

...you don’t now.

Enter the group.

We are
all there for the
same purpose. United
by one common thread.

{Survivors}

You see it enough that
you can pull on
any-ole scrap
of cover to hide
your shrieking mortality,

Then one day, the cover
slips—
and like a thousand blaring freight trains
sounding in your head, the
shrieking begins
again.

The manner of her death
is a great imposter; nothing
to do with why we
are here, huddled in
our little cocoon.

We aren’t exempt from
a million deaths
because we cheated
One.

Today blew in with
her reminder.
Eerie
Written by Eerie
Published
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