TW: Death
With my back against the starry night
I'm dead
My corpse, a dry rot
Not wet
Termites, in the absence of maggots,
Eagles, instead of foxen.
On remote bush
I lay dead
My rib cage prickler than the prickliest pear
Against the sunrise
I barely cast a shadow
I am dead
On land far away
On all the different continents
Different scavengers
Different rot
I am frozen solid, drowning in a glacier
And I still rot
A cold, and slow one.
And in my isolation
I am dead
And so will be
Every single person I ever loved.
Their glory
Their imperfections
Their smell
Their taste
Their words
Echoing in my head
And memories of their tough
Nothing but dust
In empty space
I am dead
But no, I don't want to die
But I look forward to its sweet liberation
And it's been seducing me
Since it started showing its face
Not just to other people
Or to someone that they know
But to me and the people that I love
And think it can catch us off guard
Think it can get to us, on its own
BS
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