Lower my coffin at 11:34 with a grin.
Keep my casket closed
and let Star Shopping be the lullaby
that guides me to eternal sleep.
The darkness kept inside me
will manifest through my all black outfit.
In my right hand, Bic's black ink pen
and a cup in yours.
Thirteen dandelions on my grave,
all from my brother.
Killer Thoughts carved on the stone
that will rest above my head.
Then you could say,
His thoughts were killing him.
He's at peace now.
- The End
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Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
