There is a death that leaves no body, a hollowing that does not bleed.
Profound… soulful and cutting…
If you don’t eat, physical smallness ensues and someone who deserves to eat can.
If you climb trees, he never thinks to look up.
Sometimes simply hiding behind kitty-cornered furniture with a book is enough.
There’s a myriad of ways to disappear… some of them work well, some don’t.
Cutting until blood flows demonstrates existence and life.
And you are correct… the external heals but the words persist… always causing pain.
You don’t know who or what you are.
When you write you, Jon, offer hope. Thank you for sharing your reality.
Profound… soulful and cutting…
If you don’t eat, physical smallness ensues and someone who deserves to eat can.
If you climb trees, he never thinks to look up.
Sometimes simply hiding behind kitty-cornered furniture with a book is enough.
There’s a myriad of ways to disappear… some of them work well, some don’t.
Cutting until blood flows demonstrates existence and life.
And you are correct… the external heals but the words persist… always causing pain.
You don’t know who or what you are.
When you write you, Jon, offer hope. Thank you for sharing your reality.