carry me off into the sunset alone
lift me above your shoulders, take me
over the hill by yourself
since no one else is here to do it
eventually, no one will be here to bury you
take your time digging the grave
obviously, i only just died,
you can wait for a second, can't you?
honor these last moments with me, though my
oval eyes were shut by two intrusive fingers
meet me when i'm six feet under, because
each one of us is connected, eternally, by our obliterator
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
