I picture it clearly: modest home, black shutters, white vinyl
A room full, abloom, with roses
Darker and deeper than whatever horrible thing
Pooled on the concrete
Speckled with baby's breath to represent what the body now lacked
A body that would feel relief
If relief didn't mean absolute absence
A mother begged a god who was like the body
(Absent, survived by grief)
I breathe out of rеsponsibility
I couldn't bear to make them griеve