this body is
-i have come to
realize-
the vessel and
the pyre in one
there will be no
laying of coins
on eyes to ensure
safe passage across
the river styx
i was born aflame
there is something
about mortal wounds
mortal wombs
a child born
into pain
pity
pity
we left that in
the old year
i steady my gaze on
a set point
find the horizon
and the world
seems to cease its
spinning
funny thing
breaking bones to
set them for healing
that the protein
deposits stronger over
the split
in how many places
am i
stronger for breaking
but do i still ache?
many
how many times
have i died in
the name of
healing?
many
a butterfly
did
become
was
once
is
no
longer
Catie Hajek is a human, poet, and dreamer from Denton, Tx. find them on Instagram @mightyidle and every else @bittergirlsclub
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