words:
top funeral stomach coverage worker
The funeral in my mouth made me want to gag.
The taste of grave dirt filled my senses as I coughed it out of my lungs.
Workers continued with their job making fresh coverage over the overturned ground,
as I stuffed my stomach with the grass below me.
The thought of joining the dead was strong as I crumbled into a ball next to my mother's tombstone.
Top.... on the other side of the veil.
I don't know how much longer the worms will keep me alive.
The beetles crawl over me as my living dying body shivers in the cold.
Please.... just let me join you, Mother.
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My idiotic love
Poetrypoems starting from 2020 to current. this is my second book of poetry. um not sure what else to put here so uh yeah. trigger warnings be careful and take care of yourself! lots of love from the author. :)
