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e g r e s s

stream of consciousness

By Kristen BalyeatPublished 6 months ago • Updated about a month ago • 2 min read
Top Story - April 2026
e g r e s s
Photo by César Couto on Unsplash

what a thing

to watch you trapped in the

confines of your skin

aching to peel yourself out.

to remove the suit

and become the stars.

to bear witness

while you labored

and birthed yourself

out of this world

a journey-mate

only one of us

reaching the destination.

walking you to the edge

a faithful pack mule

released back into the desert

before the oasis.

and you let go.

finally.

out of

or

into

existence.

i inhaled

your final

exhale.

slivers of you

coursed through me

like memory

your stories

fractals

burrowing into my cells.

the chemically altered sigh of

death

unleashed into the room.

and i breathed you in

like a final goodbye.

filled my lungs full of you.

pressing my lips together tight

as if i could trap you here.

for a moment i tasted the heavens.

i savored the light

that enveloped you as you

departed

as you slowly moaned out the

last

last

last

of your earthly existence.

i imagined

what you witnessed

as that final sustenance

left you

and entered me.

what did i unknowingly inherit

through the

molecules

that swirled your lungs

before you

moved out

of body.

desperate

to keep you

i caged all

that was left of

you

in my ribs

as you pressed painfully

toward escape.

your wild spirit

banged

at the back of my throat

for release.

to let you go.

my heart drumming so wildly

i thought you might

split a tear into my chest

and wistfully burst through.

i held

until my head spun

a dropped thread spool on linoleum

my brain pulsing

kaleidoscopes of color

painting all the shades of pain.

i held until my

lungs shattered like

twine snapping

popping strands of frayed fibers.

and then

i released you.

and all at once you were gone.

fading.

your last bits of life

dissolving into stale atmosphere.

i gasped.

and spit.

and choked.

on my absurd attempt

to keep you here.

and i conceded defeat.

light poured through

the dark room

your life force

blending magically with dust

dancing among razors of sun

slicing dull stained blinds.

solemness flooded back

searing through

me.

a blade of loss.

the suffocating reality tumbling

down my heavy limbs.

i stared blankly

blinking through stinging tears

at you.

cold.

mottled.

unmoving.

flesh.

like a casing cast aside.

and

for one slight

fleeting moment

grief loosened its teeth.

a reprieve.

i felt

a newness about you.

a freedom that has been wooing you

gently whispering your name

until it became a wild

west wind

hurling you from this earth.

a withered

bruised petal

waiting to be released from the

stem.

you are untethered.

melding with eternity.

and i am bound to

the idea of you.

to the memory of you.

i am trapped by your earthly existence.

and you.

you are the water droplet

rising from the sea and

spilling back in.

you are no longer confined

you have stepped out of one door

and in through another.

and i.

i know how to have you here.

but i don’t know

how to have you gone.

how to transition love

from flesh

to spirit.

from known

to unknown.

so instead

i wipe my eyes

and watch for you in the stars.

to catch your fiery tail

streaking across the black sky.

and in that blazing moment

i will know.

and i will breathe in

deep

the essence of you.

Stream of ConsciousnessheartbreakElegysad poetry

About the Creator

Kristen Balyeat

Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

Also, i love you:)

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    Written by Kristen Balyeat