when I’m gone, will you howl to the moon,
scream, demand she leave your
dreams be, a blank wall, an empty room
will the white orb reflection in the water be
my dead and bloated face
will you shave your head to forget me,
sob, spend the next week on your
hands and knees, scavenging for strands
collect stray hairs I’ve shed in a pillow case
you clutch at
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