Caskets

I wanted to be seen,

not stripped down,

sliced open,

raw,

my organs & flesh exposed.

I wanted someone to listen,

not to be buried alive

with a live studio audience.

I lay in my casket, gasping for humid air

as my lungs pulse in view.

I’ve bled myself dry,

you drank it up without

truly knowing the life you consumed.

Perhaps the flowers that will rise

from my rib cage

will be my fresh start.

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