Let my death be
on display
as my life is.
Allow my body to remain
on the Earth and
feel the wind creep
past every crevice
of my body.
Keep my scrawny features
in the foreground,
straw-sized wrists and all.
Expose my coarse skin to all
those elements,
let them watch my curls drop
and my skin dull out
to a pale gray.
Rub my corroded bones, feel what’s missing.
Watch the bugs crawl out of my cracked chest.
Look at my weak arms.
Admire my scratched up legs.
Notice the features chipped off my face.
Let me put myself on natural display.
Let me show the world what it made of me.
Let this be how I rest in peace.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
Let my death be
on display
as my life is.
Allow my body to remain
on the Earth and
feel the wind creep
past every crevice
of my body.
Keep my scrawny features
in the foreground,
straw-sized wrists and all.
Expose my coarse skin to all
those elements,
let them watch my curls drop
and my skin dull out
to a pale gray.
Rub my corroded bones, feel what’s missing.
Watch the bugs crawl out of my cracked chest.
Look at my weak arms.
Admire my scratched up legs.
Notice the features chipped off my face.
Let me put myself on natural display.
Let me show the world what it made of me.
Let this be how I rest in peace.
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