A girl named Mourn

Oil and collage on canvas

2025

She was born

a girl named Mourn

thought to be a child of one 

Her fate was paved

starting at the day

she was given her prophet name

The words they speak

printed on their teeth 

blessed are those who mourn

Where does the blessing stop

pleasure for yourself

a world built of wolves

“I’m full of hunger” she cried

“I will be good”

They claim no substance to these pleas

“At least my belly

has something in it”

speaking of air and abandoning

Mourn rots and waits

and would you believe

that she has nothing to wait for

They choose to leave

rather than be weighed down

by the destiny that binds Mourn

For they will be comforted

as she takes over their sins

No one weeps for a girl named Mourn

Those are the terms

take it out on another

Submit or be forsworn