July
an anniversary challenge
As far as months are concerned, July is a beast.
No other has hosted the repose of some of my most dear.
Nothing other than its return brings me back to those days of grief.
Inconsolable,
Volatile grief. A
Eulogy never
Relieved such pain and
Sorrow. A suicide, an overdose, and an
Accident, not in that order, haunt this stretch of time in perpetuity. The
Realization that age means nothing to Death, and goodness doesn't buy Life is wasted on me. It's something I knew innately. Yes, lessons are nice, but I'd rather have my
Young, good friends back again.
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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The Fight of My Life
Tonight, like any other, the warehouse is full and excitement is high.There’s nothing like this energy–the energy of a crowd on fight night, especially one that is cheering in your favor. And yes, all these people are here for me, regardless of who they came for. They just don’t know it yet.
By Jennifer David3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
So heart wrenching.
Heartbreaking. Hope you’re doing ok.
it's sad though but you have to move on whatever the circumstances are۔۔۔
Oof. This hit hard.
ooooooooh so sad, poignant.