i am fat
like a whore
who has been out
of business
for years
all you do
is sit
on a broken bed
and dig
for treasures
lost in memory
unseen, unheard
and they say
you are gone
like soft virgin snow
all blackened now
with imprints
of others' dirt
looking for grace
and finding skin
stretched and sagged
only so old
yet more ruined
than birdie roadkill
i saw
her body
bloodied by sunset
i saw death
speechless and struck
by how torturous
life had been.
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