Remember Me When I Return
Never underestimate the strength
of a grave - the death of the womb.
It aims to keep you safe
it aims to keep you in, and lives to consume
the sins of your rotting body
the scars and bruises and lies
turning you into crumbling coal,
a skeleton without a soul
Where do you go?
Youβre down
youβre trapped
in a skull dependent on maggots
for mercy, on the dirt
for moral support,
on the earth
and its raw core.
A commemoration blooming above you,
hear the memories of bones
cracking
clenching
grinding
into mulch,
eating the hunger born from silence
swallowing
forbidding your return,
but heed the roots, how they
begin where you end,
how I drag my limbs, how they bend
defying the muscle with the heart
defying the odds of the grave
to begin again
Hold my head up
by your shoulder, listen
like a seashell far from the ocean, feel
my skin like granules of sand
sticking to the crevices of your cheek
accept my dampened apology,
the remnants I leave.
You donβt have to remember
no, as long as you never forget.
