The Memory ii by Hailey O'Gorman

Artwork by Hailey O’Gorman

With hairs and pillows sticking

unclean clothes cling to your rotted, unclean skin.

You were expected to know

that this would be fine.

You thought these words would sound better.

Colder is the room

and cursing is the light.

The white wood floor

blends with your skin.

The varnish tastes like snot

as the body devours everything it can,

drowning itself in dire for change.

you think that maybe

this will be your final thought.

Choosing the bed and cherishing night,

Your body is childless and lost.

So soon the sleep will peel away,

revealing its slumbering forme.

Your making — the clothes, the flesh, the human sin,

through those, the rapture is brought.

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Words by Hailey O’Gorman

Artwork by Hailey O’Gorman

Edited by Emily Gough