by Gisselle Yepes
name the blood. after your ex. allow it to spill everywhere.
listen to it. your instinct will write her name in red paint.
read it over. do you trust it now?
the miracle is not that you are alive.
it is that your body knows you should not be here either.
it will bring your gut to the dinner table.
force you to eat it.
and you will chew.
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