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I meet the eyes of my reflection
And map the topography of grief
That makes the angles of my face
The valleys that create cheekbones
And the craters that design freckles
A mountain peak that marks
The tip of my nose
It feels for a moment like
I am no longer
As the memory of you wanes
The twine that ties us
As mother and daughter
Frays against the cool edge
Of the day-to-day amnesia
Days and weeks fall into a pile
Of papers on the ground that
Reveal the mark of the thirteenth year
And time doesn’t halt anymore
At the realization that it has
Passed so quickly and there
Is nothing more separating
The day from the solemn night
All that remains of you is a tattered
Bear that falls apart as I hold it close
And I press my face into the fur
It no longer smells of floral musk
But of grime and time lost and
The stark contrast of what future
Was and what it has become
My thoughts drown in the guilt
Of not drifting towards you more
And wondering where souls of
Broken bodies go to when they
Finally give up after the brain’s
Years of self-immolation setting
Your joints in flames
I am no longer myself I lack
The ability to be human anymore
When I forget how you sound
And I lose my smile when
I can’t remember what yours
Looked like because if
You broke your body in two
And mitosis proceeded you
Couldn’t come up with a
More perfect match
You are me as much as
I am you and a piece of
Me is somewhere in the dirt
Ransacked by putrefaction
After twelve years of endless
Love and nourishment and
Yet the mark of the thirteenth year
Brought a lapse of memory
As I press my face into the
Tattered fur I briefly feel a
Warmth against my cheeks
And the rush of blood reaches
My ears and for a moment
I can hear the thudding
Of a heartbeat and all
It makes me think of
Is you.
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Brianna Ryan
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