If  I die by my hand (or another)
Promise me this

Bury me with my babies
lace them in my arms
So we may rest together

Do not lay me like a corpse
but as I would asleep
on my side, curled in a ball
So my mother may tuck me in one last time

Dress me in white
for the wedding dress I will never wear
place the star of David around my neck
so I may slumber with God

But above all, publish my works
my poems, in this diary
and the Marilyn one (it has paint on the back)
publish them not for fame
but to show that I once lived
and a part of me shall live on forever...