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I’m thinking about the way things end,
the death of a pose.
.
Palms held open
then closed,
.
hiding from the gifts
you’re not ready to accept.
.
A body arched to heaven,
believing,
.
breathes
irrevocably
.
and speaks.
About the Creator
Eve Hill
Eve’s work is confessional, intimate, and unafraid of exposure. Anchored in real recollection, she writes about moments that unmake us. Through raw testimony, she unpicks the delirium and aftermath of loving, losing, and surviving yourself.
Comments (1)
Nice poem.