I want you to find my body
Stuffed haphazardly in your drawer
The center drawer on your nightstand
You know the one
I want you,
on a day as sunny and delusional as we,
to come across my bones
Picked bare by carrion
Splintered on a creamy page
There is nothing I want more
Then for your lies, your false bravado
Your citadel of secrets
To erupt in agony
Burn down to the base
Your fallow fields
With just a gust of wind
To scatter my restless ashes
And release the trumpeting pain in your heart
So that it will once again
Be close to mine