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Olga Valerevna Mar 2014
I came to see the casket
An open heavy thing
And what I saw inside was
Decomposition's hymn

A song without a spirit
That never should have died
Remember when you killed it
Remember how you cried


The reoccurring nightmare
That shook you from your sleep
Had made its way outside of
The consciousness you'd keep

The ceremony's over
And now I must confess
My person is the coffin
The coffin is my chest
Ayisha R Apr 6
After
umpteenth
power naps;
2-hour drive—
gradually dissolved
into 5 hour of fleeting
microsleeps.

Driver
duty
/
duly.

Yours
truly.

💭
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025

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