BLOOM INTO ENVY.
( may, 2019 ).
i'm jealous of how the rain
gets to fall from such a height
and soak into the ground before me
caressing your casket
seeping its way through the soil
and aiding the bloom of your old skeleton
into flowers that stretch across your name
engraved into the heavy stone.
how every night I wish
for I was once the rain too.
YOU ARE READING
yesterday's news.
Poésiexviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry
