dirt underneath my nails
i filed it out while inside your car
the cemetery falling with distance
from behind rain scattered windshields
wipers smearing mud
fog light hazes

i had freshly escaped my grave
my fingers clawed through until they were raw
peeling 6 layers of soil away
peeling small scabs from my chest
peeling insects from my flesh
peeling,
like your clothing -

funeral makeup and dirt
beveled on frozen cheeks
smeared from pouring rain
smeared by,
well,
isn't that our secret?

my mind was not there
yet I couldn't rid of you
crawling around like the maggots in my brain
you had me while I was dead
who would have known
there's such passion in necrophilia

*******
and
organisms

death rattles
and
moans

undead,
and
unwilling to return.