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The Shape of Her Dying
I felt sorrow as she fell hard on the rocks.
Most animals are awkward
in death and humans more so.
The shape of her dying felt
unrehearsed and foreign to me.
The finality of her was
beautiful in its naked stillness,
an Irish vessel suddenly
emptied of its poetry.
Most animals are awkward
in death and humans more so.
The shape of her dying felt
unrehearsed and foreign to me.
The finality of her was
beautiful in its naked stillness,
an Irish vessel suddenly
emptied of its poetry.
Published 22nd Nov 2022
| Edited 7th Feb 2023
Author's Note
Thinking again about my lover who fell to her death.
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Anonymous
6th Jan 2023 4:43pm
Holy shit
I read that on a loop
Brilliant write
I read that on a loop
Brilliant write
7th Jan 2023 12:43pm
