she never remembers
no matter -how
many times did you tell her
you love and adore
the way she loves you back?
she always tells you
her disease possesses
the curved back, spread
skies and deeper still
the open thighs. no matter,
you have lost her eyes
as she asks for the night
wrapped in television screen
of what might have been
between you.
Poetry anxiety broken death depression grief homeless raw and unedited suffering
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