epicene-writing:

you entered the void

so long ago

that your skin smells of it

and your feet bruise from it

.

you entered the void

and still enter, every day

and every drop of light

illuminates your path

devoid of night

devoid of stars

.

you entered the void

and don’t even see anymore

that it fills your lungs

a blueish smoke

and only sometimes

recall the void

you’ve walked through

for a whole life

.

you disappear. the void claimed you

it is the law, and no loopholes

are to be found:

the void unraveled you

long-haired child

nurtured, and cared for you

for a while

and nobody reclaimed you

and nobody demanded you

.

you’ve been raised by the void

and now you legally belong

to it

you’ve been raised by the void

and you dissolve

into the void

leaving a stone, a mark

and an hollering shriek

.

leaving a stone, a mark

and an hollering shriek