Oh no, I have died again.
My body is breaking down
inside the hollow ground
I can feel the soil,
clogging up my lungs
and turning my heart to gold.
I don’t know who killed me;
this time.
He was a coward, I imagine.
Who stabbed me in the back
then sent my mind below
Dying is a crime
i’m well versed in.
I fell down and down
and over and over.
I hadn’t yet chosen which way to die
not like before.
I found a bottle filled
like a rattle toy,
I had as a child
it emptied in minutes,
Then He revived me and
like Cain I killed him.
My hands now moving,
my blood is boiling,
my finger prints clawing up,
wasting a life.
Our synapses are hopeful,
pulling me into the air.
I rose up,
saw the trees
covered in blood
And walked away.
Don’t you worry, I will die again.
But that time better
More beautiful and
romantic.
Fall into the water and hopefully
the lonely moon won’t bring me back
again.
