lifeinpoetry:

wound is another word for a person
              who loved you until they decided
              your trauma was too heavy
              for their lungs
              as if they were breathing in tragedy
              and not you

— Moira J., from “Love Is a Bundle of Teachings,” published in Palette Poetry

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lifeinpoetry:

I feel myself pressed harder into this life. 

Sometimes it’s so near and docile
I can feel my hand take hold of it. 

Other times it’s that old, alarming
sorrow, that animal scrambling 

to its feet, desperate 

to be living. 

Because it’s mine, I wait for it to die.
Then I bury it.

— Carrie Fountain, from “Burn Lake 3,” Burn Lake

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