THIS MOMENT

By Twin Bodies

Between nightfall and dawn, I cannot sleep,

I think back to her curling over outside the clinic,

before we said goodbye to the child we would never meet,

I remember the countless quiet moments between each other that got us there,

She held me in bed as I shivered,

and now we do not speak.

Her mother had been buried in her car for speaking out against the military,

she inherited the courage and lived with a sword in her hands,

and I never spoke out at all.

In the mornings, we would wake and pull each other close,

it was never close enough,

each of us filled with the dead scent of the night before drifting off the skin of the other.

She is older now,

somewhere to the north,

I did not keep track of her as she asked me to bury myself,

and I reside underneath,

her weight remains, and,

I feel it on my skin at exactly eleven minutes past four in the morning.

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