Black and white: Living corpses

Some things die long before the body does.

In Living Corpses, I explore the fragile boundary between living and merely existing, the grief that remains long after loss, and the silent longing to be heard. This photograph is accompanied by my original poem, extending the work beyond the image into words of grief, absence, and the quiet violence of being alive.

Poem :

For eyes that longed to be heard, and a tear that was a poem, for a loved one who had said farewell years ago. For dreams escaping through the spaces between fingers, falling into the depths of the earth. For the death of birds in the blue of the sky, at the height of their flight. For a motherless cat, weeping. Perhaps fate was sorrow, not love. And perhaps nine months was too little time for an ending. And perhaps wanting was death. Perhaps the eyes only wanted to be heard. If only an artery had been severed. If only a current had stopped. If only a heart had ceased to beat.

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