gasping for breath
desperately
she itches at the back of her neck
the skin there is warm
as if pulling a zipper,
she peels away the flesh
down the middle
she feels herself sink
skin pulls away from skin
all that is left is powder
not even a bone structure
she was never used to structure
and so
as she sunk further and further
as she got ground up and spit out
indefinitely
leaving the powder she had become
for some distant
weeping
relative to come
and spread her ashes
now she could at last
be consumed by
the depth
YOU ARE READING
eyelids
Poetry*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* this is for when you're up late at night wondering "where did it go wrong?" *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
