my body reached its final stage
the corpse you saw when you left
i'm as livid as my heart
finally completing my task
you weren't meant to see me
the same way i saw myself
i stopped pretending for a minute
but you caught a glimpse of it then
nothing here
can stop me from
becoming
a ghost in cities
i didn't go
but im still breathing
a final word
might be missing
i still don't know
what i'll be saying
cause i'm a corpse
but im still breathing
YOU ARE READING
my livid body. poetry
Poetryan escape from the world seems like a dream i am leaving it with self-esteem _ it's mine, except if written that it's not.
