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Cremation Society

Sunset

By Olivia DodgePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

3/2/25 8:31pm

I look up just in time to see The Cremation Society of Illinois every morning but I’m never conscious enough to take in the sunrise and I wish there was a camera wired to my brain be- cause I could never recreate the things I see every day but watching reflections swim across can just be for me it’s okay to keep this for myself sunset against sunset this I can recreate I know I can but I can’t seem to start orange against blue orange against grey orange against the fear that digs into my elbows I’ve lived here four years and never seen these symphonies played before me I look up just in time to get off at my stop and I hate to think of strangers in the way I do without a sound you speak the words of a thousand men and I can start as soon as you see me as soon as you write it down of whitecaps you will feel the resentment I will never let go

— ODH

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Olivia Dodge

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    Written by Olivia Dodge