When I decompose
and my insides are melting,
the bugs will eat my brain,
and when they get full
on memories of us,
I'll look down on you,
hoping I come back as a bug,
so that when it's your time,
when you decompose
and your insides are melting,
I get to feast on your thoughts
and swallow your mind,
filling me up one bite at a time.
Savouring the taste of everything I missed.
Turning in my grave from seeing who you kissed.
Thankful my memories of you
were fed to the soil-
decayed,
decomposed,
drowned, and destroyed.
Is it possible for a soul to have more than one funeral?
- O.R.W
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LIE IN MY EULOGY
Poesía"Lie in my eulogy" is a journey through the unfiltered realities of trauma and struggle. In each verse, this collection lays bare the raw emotions tied to mental health, heartbreak, and abuse. Each poem captures the weight of unspoken pain, heavy he...
