I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞

48. pen your epitaph

Pen your epitaph, dripping
With blood and regrets, slipping
A memory, still stinking
With the mourner’s breath, heart still beating

But is it? Is it beating to keep me alive?
Is it beating to let me thrive?
The noose, a dam, not letting me bleed 
My body’s a gibbet, the heart’s a whip
Colour of my chest changes 
From brown to ivory to black and blue.

It’s gleaming, the cracked windowpane
Rose tint shattered, stains remain
Served with affection, cobwebs and lies
They collected memoirs, musty, swarmed with flies.

Now the time melts, waxed and sealed
Your letters, the pleas I never received 
Your poems now fetched a penny
Please take the noose, make a necklace
Beads of empty words, heavy coffin 
Laced with cyanide, poisoned with honey.