"Don't you dare cry at my funeral.
I've been dead for a long time now.
My body's just caught up with my soul."
I know I'll die young.
When I die
Preserve me please
I want to look the same as I did when I stopped breathing.
Rest my weary eyes.
Clean me up in dress
The same colour as my voice
The bright yellow of a dandelion.
Do not freeze me
Do not burn me
Lay me in the coffin
Surrounded by goodbyes
Seal it as tight as possible
Lower me below the ground.
If I have children
Shelter them with lies of where their mother went.
When they are older, tell them the truth that I escaped my nightmares.
And tell them to not cry, no
Say my heart stopped beating long ago.
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Poetryhere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside
