dark drawing

generational undoing

by EeFM 2024

I unfriended you at 3am.
24 years and our little make-shift bond of words and screens and the truths we couldn’t say to anyone else: a tiny family of us
The unwavering belief in each other,
As we navigated the depths of our prisons
The inevitability of our existence

The expanse of what could be filled each step, you would of course always be there right there – no future felt conceivable without that presence

The rooms in ourselves were a great mystery and we pieced together clues, every new discovery leading us closer, a lifetime of growing up

Into a twisting version of adulthood that began the undoing
The fracture as sudden as when I was a child
as sharp as the first shifting of my reality
an avalanche of little words, shaped as arrows, as knives, formed in the same depths that they found their ammunition

An Uncovering of what was true all along
You were part of all those thin lines, an anchor in the envelopment of this heavy, another face first sobbing in bed, a brand new universe changed with the Barenstains

re-opening the sharp pieces of lessons learned and relearned over and over:
That I am alone

dark drawing

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