there was a funeral in my bedroom
wilted petals of once vibrant chrysanthemums have been scattered on my mattress
these tired springs of this grave i call a bed,
give in to the slightest weight
a bouquet of delicate daffodils and lilies fall
apart as they hit the surface of my skin
the detached petals embrace me like
these quilts
the headboard became a blank tombstone,
resembling these empty eyes
O, death
take me into your warm arms that feel like the home i've been deprived of
starved of love i've been ‘til you appeared upon me
O, my dearest death,
i fell in love with your touch
i've craved your presence
surrounded by these withered carnations and daisies,
i’ve realized that the funeral held in my bedroom
was for me