Medicine for a Distressed Soul
As I imagine my body
buried in a low-income public cemetery
and worms going through
my nose and filling my mouth
with their crap
something inside me remembers
that I want to give to myself
a brief moment of glory
before kissing Death.
buried in a low-income public cemetery
and worms going through
my nose and filling my mouth
with their crap
something inside me remembers
that I want to give to myself
a brief moment of glory
before kissing Death.
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