"So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle."
~*~
Writing scars down your stomach
The acidity ate its way to your lungs
And your decaying and putrid heart
Until you throw it back up, it stung
.
You just have a few weeks to live
Several days to breathe before you die
Which is the most god could give
Calendar holidays in red to bleed a sky
.
Another x mark in your checklist
Another x in your pallid internal system
X's scribbled on your friends' eyes
Avoiding your gaze to avoid goodbyes
.
Stuck in synthetic hospital wards
Until the taste is stuck in your tongue
The chlorine and antiseptic pills
Hopscotch games over the IV line one
.
World's destiny was revolved for your leave
And you swallowed the death cure a bit late
So now you have just a few weeks left to live
But somehow that seems far too long a wait.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
