sectumsempra

death kisses you in the deep forest,
heavy cedar air and white bones that
snap under your feet. you sunder,
you blossom and flame with dark.

your heart opens and red poppies
spill out. what will you do with all
these flowers? there’s an unending
sort of wound in your chest, and
you wonder where it came from,
you wonder where you came from.

you gather the blood-blooms until
your hands overflow. offer them
like shards of memory. it’s all just
mirrors and a last, quiet exhale.

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