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Kathryn Paige Nov 2019
In mere moments,
it seems, I will be
wrapped under stale
hospital sheets;
throat scratching from
a breathing tube,
a hollow body where
organs have been
sawed away.

I still love the womb
that only cultivates
funerals, would keep
it forever inside
if it had allowed.

I think of the cyclical
nature of hope—
how those who cradle
around pretend to
not notice the quiet
decay of one’s body,
promising me
there’s still semblance
of a woman residing
here.

-Kathryn Paige // The Hysterectomy
Haven't posted in awhile. Haven't written in awhile. Happy to be back.
Kathryn Paige Sep 2018
you reside in
benevolent prose,
tightly woven
to heaving ribs
not designed to
bear this weight
of losing you.

I am still learning
to not break
at the sound
of your name;
I am still learning
to persist without
your presence.

-Kathryn Paige
Kathryn Paige Nov 2017
He watches as
I ache, listens to
the sound of bones
splintering at his
feet, and falls
into stillness
once more.

There is no
presence near
enough to hold me,
and I am clinging
to empty pages,
begging to
be heard.

k.p
writing at god
Kathryn Paige Aug 2017
half asleep—
your arms wrapped
around me,
fingers intertwined—
but i can not
bring myself to rest.
for i know
even gentle hands
can hurt as
much as heal
and even warmth
can't promise
safety.

-k.p//saturday mornings with you
Kathryn Paige Jun 2017
her only wish
is for me to
come apart—
why do i
unravel at
her feet

-k.p//vices
today is her birthday and i'm tired of loving.
Kathryn Paige May 2017
Most days,
I still feel
the ache of
bruised bones
the way vets
still feel the sting
of lost limbs,
and I wonder
how long it takes
for something
no longer present
to heal.

And last night,
I heard gunshots
that sounded just
like your name
as I was reminded
some things exist
for no other reason
than to cause pain.

I am nothing more
than this small frame
and protruding ribs,
knots of hair lying
on the bathroom floor,
remembering what it
once felt like
to be whole.  

-k.p
Kathryn Paige May 2017
It was the way
we fell silent
the second your
hand brushed mine—
We are both so
hesitant, and I am
still learning
how to love.

-k.p//let's pretend it's nothing
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