Linsey McNew
Sep 9, 2018 · 2 min read

Oh movement, I didn’t know you until I felt your absence.
Your absence, I’ve replayed. Seven months had me use to feeling you, movement.

Oh movement! I didn’t know you until the absence of you swallowed me. Whole.

Absence of you enveloped me from the inside out. Black and then nothing. Empty.

#Death, the absence of movement. I felt you, yet was left breathing. I was here. Yet movement, He was not.

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