❝the difference between a garden and a graveyard is only what you choose to put in the ground.❞
— Rudy Francisco, Helium
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We love a girl who writes something, unpublishes it, then publishes it again. (We don't actually. We think she's an idiot). Anyway this poem for those who already read this in it's original iteration is about the death of my grandmother and is virtually unchanged so don't feel the need to read it again if you already read it the first time. The only difference is that I split it into seven parts because it is quite a long poem and I thought I'd make more digestible.
The new title of this poem is inspired by a line from The Wasteland a poem by T.S Elliott which also partly inspired the new format of this piece.
Anyway I will be publishing everyday for a week (seven days)
//Commencing tomorrow. So look forward to that.
- e.v.e