Without A Proper Noun

Compressed, down the isolation hole

Too hurt to resist cold Earth snatching my skin

Dying flowers decorating my sudden death

Goodbye poems shoved in haste written to myself

/

A glimpse of what could have been

Mocking stiffness yeah decay wins

Foul smell in wind proceeding my arrival underneath

Bones stripped clean describes my belief, in anyone.

//

Here it is

An obituary without any information

Same way I came

Without a name

//

Fell quickly from every attempted stand

Scars on violated wrists unsightly cuts on failing hands

Eulogy turned inside out because I’m damned coated in shame

Born to forfeit my defective mind

/

Right before new growth there’s six feet to fight

Death and life related and balanced night and day

Just before dawn, I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING BUT REASONS TO DIE

Oh

If I survive the night sky maybe tomorrow will hold resurrection.

//

Here it is

Same way I came.

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