leaves fall to the cold ground,
tickle his skin as they land.
who knew death could be so
beautiful?
who knew death could be so
gentle, embracing its victim like a
lover would, folding them into its
arms, making them feel at home?
petals float, swathes of color streak
the air in front of him.
he takes one and puts it
in his mouth; the taste of
death dances on his tongue. he
can't help but anticipate his own
sweet death.
YOU ARE READING
the prospect of death enraptured him/corey's poetry anthology
Poetrythe realities of my life as a trans man from dysphoria to mental illness to sexuality, these poems cover a lot of heavy topics that are all very close to the heart. hopefully you'll find something to help you feel less alone in this lonely world.
