survivors of

Whatever you and your therapist came to agree, put to rest and resolved, a suicide accompanies the bereaved as if a living-dead they escort through life.

Beware the Achilles Heals of those with tough exteriors who’ve learnt how to live, despite un-told burdens bequeathed, which thrive still in the living-yet, bullying vampirically as if otherwise they’d not survive

Whatever engraved the neural paths, echoing now in the lines of each face, despite all that had seemed both revised and erased, revives at the slightest whiff of a trace making some parts of life and especially deaths, seem palpably real when nothing’s left,

Whatever, your therapist said