how to mourn what does not exist - Jasmin Gulesen

there was an incoming world i could not see realized,

a perilous hope

armed with the delusion of a story revised;

a method for the deranged to cope

is looking up at the sky

and seeing not clouds

but a ring of dead wives–

lips unmoving, and heads bowed,

i couldn’t look down.

it was a moment that whispered in my ear

without sound

promises that if i could focus long enough to hear,

what once was

could be

just once more.

there was one person who would know

whether the translucent droplets on my skin

fell like a glistening rain on snow

from my eyes or from the bottle off my chin.

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Jasmin is about to graduate with a double major in English and Psychology, and a minor in Law and Philosophy. She has loved to write for as long as she can remember—and reading even before that. This fall, she will attend law school with aspirations of becoming a prosecutor.