My body is not a war-zone Yes this is a temple but I do not house soldiers Our meal times are not made of condensed soup cans
By Auriel Bernstein6 years ago in Poets
Upon learning that I had thrown every available piece of you away after we broke up, you tell me that you feel erased. All the poetry you had written and pictures we had taken to keep memories sacred. Erased.
We were in the same room together once, when I was born. and i think it's only because it was mandatory for you to be there. because the whole event relied on you, being there.