missing piece

no one is missing a piece. 
there are simply spaces 
where other people fit. 

(arms over shoulders, 
heads on necks, 
an elbow in her side, 
your hand holding in his.) 

(puzzle pieces are already complete. they are simply gears of a greater machine.) 

you don't need someone to make you whole. 
you already were whole. 

an orange peel isn't missing an orange. 
it's just a peel. 

and being what you are 
is already beautiful 
already glorious 
as you always have been. 
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yejunee

FL

18 years old

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    ouroborous

    the snake is hungry 

    so the snake will eat 

    and eat it does, chewing, gnawing, 

    and will you ever notice, little thing, 

    that it is your own tail 

    you are swallowing? 

     

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    abalone

    from salt and foam and scales 

    steal the hearts of stone 

    nacreous shells, dying husks, 

    the honey-sweet flesh that once 

    clung to its bones 

    to die of thirst. 

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    eschatology

    meet me at the end of the world 

    the space between firestorms and tsunamis 

    across the acid oceans 

    and here, where the rot 

    has begun to reclaim the cities at last. 

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