illustrated

by FRANCESCA CORNO

Lately with every sunrise it feels like I am resurrecting parts of myself like my esh is sewing itself back together with bloody threads from being cut through with a butchering knife like sacri ce on god’s will

I remember my friends rushing, hugging the way they chop a bell pepper sideways or stir their tea

I know how one of them holds my hand September has felt like baptism a er many seasons I resemble owers blooming in a eld and not the ones withering over a grave

I am well and alive,my organs are no longer turning into rocks heavy enough to put me in a casket

It is cathartic e weather was both stormy and bright with some sun that fell perfectly on my face and I was half sunlight

It is always the little things

I’ve stopped trapping myself in my own brain like a prisoner mapping a cell because sometimes life makes you feel like the world is the size of a st and you’re crushed inside it