worthy
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a poetic prose
i imagine myself in white. my dress is unconcerned about being the exact fit, and my feet lost their shoes a long time ago. it is no worry to me because i like the way the soft grass with even softer dirt welcomes me home. it knows i am bound to its existence through my death. this is its way of soothing itself from survivor’s guilt. none of that matters because i am in white. my hair is long and in love with being attached to my head. i am happy. so happy my teeth sing. i can hear the voices of my loves in the distance. i feel whole and beyond worthy of life.
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