2022 Poetry Collection

This Feels Like The End

Bleeding wishes held in your hands feel so far

Hard water, the words unsaid

Sometimes turned never

When we both died and you went on without me

Things are changing all the time

At microscopic levels

In body, out of body

I hope that when I die there won’t be anything left of me

Olivia Oh

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