i can stand on my own

but i don't know if i can bury myself

when i'm done

and there's really just one

big whole that we're each holding

onto our own little part of

let go and

we'll be in the survivor's laughter of relief

and in the dust floating in sunbeams

we'll be in the hungry tears cried in the dark

we'll be in the worms eating our own selves' heart(s)

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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