I’m too scared to look down.
I feel; the petals hit the side of my mahogany casket
The earth invading the curves of my body
The splinters eating away at my memories
Memories that I want to forget
Of warmth of embrace
Or tickling of whisper
I keep thinking about who I was last with
But all I think about is the sensation of an arm between my wings,
Criss Crossed pairs of legs, and the smell of diluted cologne
A choked voice that hits the bellows of my stomach
While the cloth of a suit drafts a wind between my sides
I try to push away to see a face,
anything to tell me who it was
but They hold me tighter, whispering a quiet lullaby;
My childhood song.
A song of everlasting love
telling me of a land of jubilee
of gold and rushing water
bring me there, I beg
Holy Spirit, Let me perish,
Let me feel your palms against my eyes
Lay me down in your embrace of bronze grass
Please bring me to you…
Your grasp became occupied.
Reaching for the answers to my prayers,
I looked up and all I saw was iron.
Red.
Now I’m here.
when flowers replaced my fingernails
when wood slash my spine
I hover over and realize.
It was you wasn’t it, my love.