CRONE 2022
‘Ash, ash— 
You poke and stir. 
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there’ 
Sylvia Plath 



 

The situation that inspired this piece was the immediate aftermath of a failed suicide attempt after the death of my youngest daughter

They gave me charcoal and pumped my stomach.

Unaware of how I looked, I immediately headed outside the hospital to ask for a smoke, when I was met with the strangest stares

Then I noticed my reflection in the massive glass windows....

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