Wanted to share this experience.
Pain killers did not play a part in my death
You
Featured, light fizuring definition, as star
You captured my appetite in a jar
Left it to pickle sour
We dissected my heart and ate slivers
Outside, like a fevered tongue
Merrymakers ran and dragged
Confetti and plastic cups of eels
Young girls with birthing stretch marks, shaking double chins
If they had three lifetimes it would still not be enough
To celebrate their unfolding life of cards
Queen of Hearts, she sat watching oragami crowds
Easier to be cloud cover, sensing rain in the air
The quiet of needing to say nothing, emptied of small talk
She didn’t need to ever attend a party again
That was another version of her out there in time
Straining to be a light bulb
Her long dangling line
Fishing for fragments of who she had been
How did a wizz, bang, bang…
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