I'm alone, and there are 20 chairs. There is a buffet I prepared; it's vegan.
I'm getting ready to give my speech now
I stand there, silent, for 10 minutes.
the silent was silent.
I smell death around me and then I remember I'm in the cemetery getting ready to bury the only person that ate from me
I touch his cold body with my fingertips
I ended his life yesterday
injected him with an extra dose of escitalopram
he was depressed but he was a criminal that tried to justify his mistakes by his illness
I remember the part that he took from me
my heart that he ate as a desert because it wasn't big enough to please him
I walk away; it's time to bury him without a coffin.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
