A free verse poem

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An empty bed
a tarnished metal bowl
a brush, still bristling with hair
a defiant pack of dust bunnies

A memory that cuts, that stings
(you fell
as though you no longer had bones,
like laughter
lay crumpled, like the dawn despaired)

A toy, half-chewed
scratches
— written on the…

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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

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she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist