Bind my ribs that fall and clatter to the ground
Sew up my open chest that refuses to stay closed
Push my heart back inside
Not jumping
Not beating
Just waiting
Wrap me up in a lullaby as you lay me down to forever
close my peaceful eyes and shut my gaping mouth
Seal me in a vault
Arms crossed over heart
Not jumping
Not beating
Just waiting
There you will find me, spiders strung between clavicle and collarbone
Dust settling on my faded memory
Eyes fallen open
Not jumping
Not beating
Just waiting
When I am nothing but the earth from which I came
And you have fallen asleep beside me
There we will be
Not living
Not loving
Just waiting
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
