TPhen, they will begin to feast on my flesh.Past the trinkets that are forever bound to my soul.
Tast the flowers left to console me even in the afterlife,
hey'll slither through my cerement,
HHow helpless and betrayed I felt after being told there was nothingHow hard it was to breath through the nausea and tears
Iow I used to spend hours in my car, too afraid to go inside
Tt all reminds me of it
he lights, the smell, the noise, the drive there, the parking garage
my mommy going in for surgery today and it should be fine its a nomral sugery they know what theyre doing everything is Okay. i am still however so nevrous i need to explode.
ohf course he’s barely breathing- transition is selfish/ he’s so locked into holding himself together, dragging his ears around on a string/ he barely has time to worry about his friends, his lungs, if his heart still beats/ no one would do this if theyis pillow each night/