Dec 2020
Smell the cotton and sleep.
I rest in my silver casket
and You, play blind
craving to hold My skin.
Stop.
Read your every line and know;
Im still here.
so near;
Please. Dont Leave.
I rest in my silver casket
and You, play blind
craving to hold My skin.
Stop.
Read your every line and know;
Im still here.
so near;
Please. Dont Leave.
Wrote this from the perspective of a recently deceased family member and the person chosen to read their eulogy wants to leave because theyre so overcome with greif
