the funeral might as well have been mine.
in the winter, i didn’t even have a name.
i was just a body / just her body / just
the space where bodies should have been.
i kept knives under my pillow & more in my teeth & the whole town knew i was
still nothing to be feared.
oh mama mama mama
i didn’t know it would be me bleeding.
i didn’t know you remembered me.
you say i’m fluorescent but i
am not there to hear you.
we’re just trying to let all these bodies go.
— little ghost / s.o