my grave
is green
[ cracked with vines, overgrown with grass ]
rain trickles through the thin crevices
touching my withered bones
with forgetfulness
silent caress of the wind
over the old stone
swallowed by moss
whispering trees
bend over the marble
a lonely sign among the fields
hushed memory of the night
that once devoured the day
I placed my soul in wild birches
in a hidden grove
in wet moss and silent leaves
where no one can
k i l l m e a g a i n
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
my grave
is green
[ cracked with vines, overgrown with grass ]
rain trickles through the thin crevices
touching my withered bones
with forgetfulness
silent caress of the wind
over the old stone
swallowed by moss
whispering trees
bend over the marble
a lonely sign among the fields
hushed memory of the night
that once devoured the day
I placed my soul in wild birches
in a hidden grove
in wet moss and silent leaves
where no one can
k i l l m e a g a i n
