I am not the girl I once was She rotted in my ribcage before I even Knew how to grieve her What remains is a howl that Outlived its throat I drag her like a corpse Tied to my ankle Praying she’ll twitch Praying she’ll open her eyes and Forgive me for surviving wrong I liked her better She was honey before the swarm She was soft Unscarred Still stupid enough to Believe in forever Now she’s bones in a closet I keep polishing Hoping to see her smile In the reflection But she never stood a chance And neither did I
A body can survive long After the person inside is gone -Sorelle