mix we with your spirits when it's over
so these atoms are properly ingested
and i can be as close to you as your stomach
and intestines
the first to go is always the head
flushed out the brain stem
but the heart spasms until the dust hits
until every cell is disintegrated
don't you miss it?
the absence of ache
the remaining daylight
the wish that it stayed
i could sing you a thousand lullabies
i could hold you for days
but it wouldn't change a damn thing
no, not a damn thing
a/n: i'm at college now...the absolute horror
YOU ARE READING
keep my skull (on your mantelpiece)
Poetrytap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019
