you never went to visit or
say goodbye.
instead you were walking alone amidst white birch
that looked silhouette black as the sun was setting
and your teeth were chattering. you were blind when you fell.
was it the memories or the premonitions that burned
your corneas and left your eye sockets full of ash?
you feel the dirt piling up under your fingernails
as you dig a place to lay to rest.
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