why is it that we think our souls leave our bodies..
as soon as we die.
a clean escape, through the mouth and to the ether?
this body was its home,
its temple, for so many years. .
i believe it must take its time,
trapped within these fleshy
walls,
whistling through these
bones
as soon as we die.
a clean escape, through the mouth and to the ether?
this body was its home,
its temple, for so many years. .
i believe it must take its time,
trapped within these fleshy
walls,
whistling through these
bones
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to seep its way out,
this body who kept it safe,
who aided in its long and arduous journey. . .
this body allowed all to sink in,
to nourish the soul that resided so carefully wrapped within its folds
scars that never healed all the way,
this body,
saw through it all,
the story inscribed painstakingly on the undersides of our skin
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the body must be broken,
its walls must crumble to dust,
to help begin anew, to allow clear passage.
its journey ends here,
a dear friend who must not linger any longer,
for the soul must begin a journey to find another,
a face,
a mirror,
a window,
to see this life lived