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April 19th Poetry Prompt: Write a poem without using pronouns

Don't

for the past 10 months
the 19th day
(between 30 + 31 of those accounted for)
has been the most
difficult
for so many reasons

death isn't easy
especially in the aftermath
+ to think differently should
fain ignorance
sympathy is an honest tactic
until pity seeps in
(which doesn't suffice)
actions are louder than words
however
these words spoke volumes

in an attempt to quit bullshitting
relationships were halted--
relationships in which happiness/
brightness/giving was demanded--
to harbor for one let alone all
was inhumane
so snip

in response:

no wedding invitations (something to smile at + not mean)
to stop wallowing in sadness + own pity + emotionally invest
in the happiness of other recipients around--
to fake it + make it for a group effort

in other words:
get the fuck over it + stop letting shit fly by
be happy for all around because emotions
were contorted due to the decision to
guard

+ - hope to hear


a constant stone--
that's not only broken bones but
has wretched scars torn into the psyche

depression isn't asked for
not invited over for a cup of tea
+ chit chat
isn't asked to be embedded under skin
+ seeped into souls 
to be afraid of at mid morning or late night
depression is not meant to be ignored
cast aside
or stepped on
with any sense of
over-commence

so, hope to hear's response:


until a loved one's body is found
slouched
slumped
disassociated
over the bathtub in the apartment
don't

until hands are torn + broken skin
crawls along flesh that's permanently
burned from bleach
until the smell of blood
inhabited by another
permeates nostrils for hours
don't

until flesh remains
from a once loved face
is the hardest to scrape
from a porcelain surface
don't

until nightmares keep sleep
out of fingertip reach
+ depression seeps in
keeping company the moments
where laughter would've felt
really good
don't

just fucking don't


happiness comes + goes
an inner battle with the
fleeting moments of
what could have been(s)
for a single candidate
one's self
not others . . .


so,
don't

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