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there is a funeral being held in my throat.

i feel the awful sound of church organs rattle my cheekbones,
i feel the burning acidity of tears sting the back of my tongue.

"and you, you will be sorely missed -
those words that never had a right moment to come out,
the thousand times you will never get to say his name to him."

it shakes my body.

"this is a toast.
for the fingers that will never be able to
touch his face again, for the memories that
will slowly dissipate into a deep, dark nothing."

you rock my bones so gently, now,
like the wilting of flowers shift my ribs.

i hold this coffin like an empty sacrifice between
my teeth, and i won't let go.