my heart
is so shattered
so broken
that when it tries to break once more
there is nothing left
to be broken

I still remember
the night of the living dead
a tempestuous night
when we should’ve stayed inside
the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads

I heard stories about
vengeful deceased
coming back to life
but if we’re full of hatred
why are we laying side by side?

I buried you
you buried me
but now we are just deteriorating
rotting flesh wandering around
when we should’ve rested in peace

what is joy
the
intervals of
soprano blue laughter
that
climb over
the
rainbows of happiness
that
dwell inside
of the
little boy soul
is
the
inside of joy