GAME OVER.

I’m halfway here and it’s almost too much.

For instance, what was I before I began.

And I, I always arrive straight at absence.

& grief was eating all that I’d let it.

I count                        all the oceans, blood & not-blood, all the people I could be,                        the whole map, my mirror.

I am still soft, and I can be like wax in your hands. Take me, give me a form, finish me.

We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.

I’m a girl with a wolf’s heart. I’m stepping out of sorrow. The house collapses. […] I’m a collaps- ing house. Come collect me. I’m stepping out of sorrow. Everything else is left howling.

I shatter what light has done to me: in my wildest dreams where the given body is a form of flight & in this latest version I step into the wreckage, to find the other side of me blooming toward you.