for a moment
i glimpsed
into
the horizon
and i had become
you
and everyone else
it was a thing of beauty
a thing I could never forget
for it was monstrous all the same
i realized
under forest trees tinged
by pine nectar
that we were all
the same
i awoke
got up
started walking
my thighs were aching
my back was crooked
i could not see
it was dark
still
despite the glow
scintillating
behind clouds
i shed my skin
draped it across the ground
finally, i cried
this time
it hurt
to be born
again
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Love, Death
Short StoryA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.