Christina Cicchelli is an eccentric artist and poet in Austin, TX.

A Way to Die

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I didn’t care about where the walks would take me

as long as I didn’t have to breathe

as long as my dress could anchor me down

into the water where my secrets dance

with hydrophytes my scars are translucent here

and my hair buoyant and clean

where bodies go to be with the ones they loved

I carry with me bones and teeth

I carry with me food and tongue

But my love survives on the surface where

it waits to be consumed by the sun