“no” is a prayer to a god who doesn’t seem to be listening revolt disguised as communion to be filled up is to be torn apart and to breathe is to succumb i break this bread and drink this wine but there is no love here so I crawl inside these heavy bones where pain has become the marrow yet, like life, I persist. there is a tenderness in the carrying and a fear in the letting go the space in between is a sweet nocturne and it is here that I find a foundation in a chorus that whispers “this body is my own” may it spill into the weight of surviving and be my holy sustenance
Sophie Kamryn is pursuing a Master’s Degree in Social Work with a concentration in clinical practice. When she is not engaging in graduate school activities, you can find her volunteering at the nearest animal rescue center. Her work has been published in Haunted Waters Press and MoonPark Review.
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