If I die tonight,
Bury me shallow,
So I can wake from the abyss,
And leer at the hazy moonlight,
As it bounces softly through the treetops.
Where I can hear the birds,
Chirping to greet the sun.
Where others can hold their breath,
And hear my soul through the ground.

This is to myself.
A reminder,
A note,
A warning.

If she ever tries to come back,
Don’t
Let
Her