Bury me where the brambles grow
Sliced by unforgiving thorns
Let my tears crumble
Like salt drops repelling the slugs
But let them come
And leave silver trails across my breasts
Whose majesty I’ve only imagined
Let me feel the break in my bones
And scream as discs slip and roots wilt
So shallowly planted by frightened fingers
I have known to ask of moulding discreetly, to feel common amongst the mass
But my shedding mimics no other
What comes up, too big to fit
And the dirt under my nails
The dirt now choking my rusty cords
Feeds the hunger I feel, surpressing the swell
Full on words I’ve never spoken
And they claw deeper into memories, ripened words sculpt outside of me
Developed in your world
But fallen in mine
I am calling you, death of a stranger
I’ve known what I’m allowed
But forgot why I yearned for less
For a naked me, stripped bare for saviours sake
I request that my core, sore and bruised, may rot
Welcomed back home
Please bury me where chunks can be bitten
Where I can feel worthy enough to feed the worms
And grow again, live again
Die, again
