It’s a privilege
to hurt this much,
to feel
this full-body screaming
numbness;
this puncturing of flesh
and reason
and reality
by blades forged of
empty space and silence;
this retracing our steps,
rewatching the seasons
like we went by in seconds,
replaying the secrets
that, now, only I am left
to save;
so I clean the cuts,
redress, and brace
for the rest,
the next wave of this pain;
it’s a privilege
to hurt this way.
