among the dead and the dying
letting the cold
swallow her
it was much better
to be empty
than to be full
she knew
the moment she heard
he was happy
and someone
was having his baby
she fed on the hurt
until it grew too loud
for her body
and the only way to quiet
its cries
was the deepness
and the silence
of the water
she never told anyone
she let the river take the memories
of the alcohol on his breath
the bruises on her flesh
the raw skin of her wrists
she said goodbye to being
full of someone else’s filth
she asked fate
why it had
decided
to ruin her
but fate didn’t have an answer
and the only voice
she could hear
belonged to
the river