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May 2016
i don't see you when i look in the mirror anymore
your eyes aren't burning behind mine, bloodshot and tired
there is a new vacancy about me--
i'm the only one here now, finally
(finally)

i am soft and filling in these empty spaces
with poetry, home cooking, and coconut oil
i don't cry about the afterlife, i just cry for me
(and only sometimes)
i'm not sorry about it--
your existence within me rotted, and quickly
we were grotesque partners in crime, but
i work much better as a single entity
Chrissy Cosgrove
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Chrissy Cosgrove  Capitola, CA
(Capitola, CA)   
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