plant a bullet like a seed within the contours of my head and witness all the carnage that will flower in its stead. i swear i’m fit to rupture from all the sorrow in my skull. hairline fractures spiderweb across these brittle bones. rip apart my rib cage and sow a garden in my chest, let the buds blossom as i’m finally laid to rest. turn my flesh to compost so something radiant might grow, i’m sick to death of soaking up the sun’s incessant glow. forget me like wilted petals yearning for a drink. don’t pretend to miss me when i finally sink beneath.