Poetry performed by Val Cole
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death is smaller than i imagined
by Kailee Parrill
the world didn’t stop the day you died, although it felt that way, it’s been 1,596 days since
your last heartbeat and i’m starting to forget your voice but i thought of you today and i’ll
probably think of you tomorrow too because i’m still at the wake, the cemetery, the burial,
and i’m still writing your eulogy, i’m still trying to figure out how the world keeps
spinning without you, no one forgot, no one moved on, all of your stuff is still in the
house, it’s just been moved, so your memory doesn’t light up that match so often, the
house still lingers of cigarettes, your friends still drink coffee on the porch, your
photographs are still in the closet, your red and blue flannels still hang in the spot they
were left, the birds still wait for you to feed them, your shop is just as filthy as you left it,
the fishing poles are still in the same corner, and your hat is still hanging on the same
hook, but your heart stopped, your brain stopped, and your life stopped, but no one else’s
did, the world didn’t stop spinning for you, the way i expected it to.
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