outline raze i wouldn't have seen you if the wind didn't make me look your way. your leaves were a colour nothing that falls from a tree could ever be. you were almost a void. no face. no guts. no gore. nothing but fur and bone. it looked like someone shoved a bomb down your throat, backed off, and watched the earth eat your insides. one flawless foot and your still-growing skull let me reconstruct the shape of you, even if it was only the outline of what you were a week ago. i'm trying to find solace in the thought that you died in a place you were loved. but i can't stop thinking about your body being torn apart by a bird of prey with hunger burning a hole in its brain. you deserved a softer place to fall. 230519 what's it to you? who go blather from