This death has hurt the most,
a quantum leap in flesh and bone,
aching all the way to the tips of my fingers.

Change hurts.
For a while, beneath the scars,
goodbyes take on a familiarity that hurts even more.

Mine hurts so much
that now I feel nothing.
I’m sorry.

For now, I’ll seek life in another life.

Deaths often arrive like thunder:
a sudden light,
and then, so much fear.

Suddenly, the air turned cool,
and memories froze.

I know it’s time,
but no one taught me
how to honor my own death.

I burned without warning,
and now my family is looking for a home.

Photography by Paola Anahí Garza Romo.

Constanza Alonso Naude

Writes about what hurts, what changes, and what blooms again. Author of Todos los Jardines.

www.instagram.com/constanzaalonson

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