your life makes me realize the weight of death
you were a spark of light in my belly
and now that you’re gone
i can feel worms gnawing at your absence
worms with little angel wings
blessing the flesh where you resided with earth
now, this wound is swollen
boiled and painful to the touch
but i know soon you will scab, and then scar
and remain another memory embedded in my skin
i will never try to fill the hole you left
with pain or drugs or other selfish articles
i know this hole is a prayer
a new space to fill with love
a space to let flower, little white petals of grief
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
your life makes me realize the weight of death
you were a spark of light in my belly
and now that you’re gone
i can feel worms gnawing at your absence
worms with little angel wings
blessing the flesh where you resided with earth
now, this wound is swollen
boiled and painful to the touch
but i know soon you will scab, and then scar
and remain another memory embedded in my skin
i will never try to fill the hole you left
with pain or drugs or other selfish articles
i know this hole is a prayer
a new space to fill with love
a space to let flower, little white petals of grief
