bare-bones

i hope you drop dead and the only thing to catch you is your coffin

—the trophy is right in front of your face
claim it baby, take the cake
you're the star of today
this isn't my metaphorical wake
it's yours, so i think you should enjoy it

bask in your only win to date
feed off of my loss
i give you permission
to dig as deep as you can manage
there are scabs on my heart
just waiting to be picked open
and they're not going to do it themselves, you know

the mortician says you're running out of time
the clock's already handed out all of its numbers
and now they're just ticking out of spite for me

so can we hurry this up, please?
i have places to see
people to be
and you're just dragging this out

someone already made the "i put the fun in funeral" joke
some man kissed your still lips without consent and said you taste of smoke
and the bloody punch has been spiked from the beginning, so
i think we're about done here

and i hope to god it was worth this
catching me in the act of excessively caring
and forcing me to dig up his fucking grave
oh, centuries worth of stinking, fleshy decay
but i'd disrupt his peace any day
and you knew that
you knew how i love to resurrect dead royalty
in the hopes of stealing their pride and jewelry
i do it so often
but this time i'm sick of it
honey, i hope you drop dead and the only thing to catch you is your coffin

Vivaciously,
RB

a/n: because because because.