On body of Jane Doe. Filed: 3 July 2023
Jane Doe died on a full moon, at a time when its brightness rivaled the sun. She was found under the ruins of her unfulfilled dreams, piled up so high it crushed her like a burden. Records indicate she had been tall and proud – special in all sorts of ways, however upon close inspection she had eventually shrunk herself, her bones curving to fit herself into the small spaces of people’s perception and opinion.
Her lungs were found collapsed for holding her breath for too long; her throat constricted for staying quiet even when all she wanted was to speak her truth. Only a third of her heart remained, riddled with scars and stitched in places to hold them together – it is this office’s conclusion that she had given too much of herself to too many people who did not deserve her.
Further analysis show that her bones had turned black for putting up with a terrible kind of loneliness for a long time from the repeated disappointments, lies, and broken promises that have buried themselves into the depths and into her marrow. The restlessness and the intensified sorrow of her longing hollowed her out and very quietly, very steadily, she had lost herself; she was drained and spent in the last moments of her life.
Signed – OneFrustratedPoet, 8 July 2023 (Saturday): 10:48 PM