Sadness: The Corpse I Carry Inside

Some deaths never reach the ground. They are carried.

In this piece, the body does not fall— it is bound, lifted, endured step by step.

What is carried is not flesh alone, but a former self that never learned how to disappear.

There is no blood. No violence. Only weight.

The rope does not restrain— it connects. A reminder that separation does not always mean release.

The living body moves forward, bent not by age, but by memory. Every step is an agreement to continue with what should have been laid down.

This is not survival. This is coexistence.

To live while carrying the proof of what did not survive inside you.

Some grief is not buried. It walks with you. Breath after breath. Until the body learns how to carry death without stopping.