twoblueviolets

She is not really gone

She is right here

She is not really lost

She's only at college

becoming a

a sister that I do not know

a girl beyond creation

I don’t like my name

not this one, the one I stole

from a great grandmother

I never met

the one I stole from

an Irish goddess

I do not write happy things.

Today I will.

Today I will breathe

ignore the sick feeling growing

in the back of my throat.

Today I will drink water

feel it burn the raw throat

You walk down the hallway, suspicion on Your tongue. You remember it all, except You don't because Your memory is awful. 

Everything is capital R E D A C T E D. Redacted. Gone.

Inspired by the lockdown drill and debrief I had in school today

Cold hands on my shoulder that chilled to the bone

A school hallway, a morning like a dream. A class change.

It's too late to be awake.

Devastation crawls in the wake

of everything.

My eyes are burning

physically, actually

in no poetic manner

my eyes are burning with