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Volume Six Issue Two

Michelle Disler

when the flesh falls

how the body goes away, when flesh falls from the body, and blood, bone, and tissue separate or fall together, collapse, so the body can only say in silence whisper how it has ceased to be or been cast aside; how the body goes away, when flesh falls from the body, and blood, bones, and tissue discover how casual and without worth is a life; how the body goes away, when the flesh falls from the body, and blood, bone, and tissue can only cry out as if mute, muffled, hammered by a violent quiet the kind we the living hope we will never know; how the body goes away, when the flesh falls from the body, and blood, bone, and tissue bruised from the inside and the outside in and failing, failing fast; how the body goes away, when flesh falls from the body, and blood, bone, and tissue give up, give up in synchronicity, stopping, where grief is no more