small deaths

Community
Connection
Certainty
Control
All have died. One by one.
Devalued. Violated.Deserted.
One by one.
The one who understood me best, for whom I risked everything. Final words I understand all too clearly, uttered by another.
The one who was the shepherd, laying me before the wolves and telling them not to feed.
The ones who I thought would be there, who I thought would be amongst the few.
The eternal one who was never there.
Cold words - from cowardice and for the comfort of others.
Sacrificed - to strangers, to the silence.

Then the tiny life I didn't even know was there, slipping away. Leaving me. Leaving my body so violently. The final loss.

Will it really be the last?