In pieces on my bedroom floor, and curdled spirits in my tooth (the roots)
a swarm of bees engulfed in grey haunt the middle of my room
and darkness be my trusted steed, to go riding on the wind
to meadows of chrysanthemums, and to lay beneath the soil
and bury me with angel wings, keep me safe and sound
I want to sleep upon a cloudy sky, crepuscular rays leak out my veins
puking cryptids into mason jars, frogs leap underneath my bed
and under rocks, with ants and worms, dwelt a sleepy little ghost,
welcomed me into their arms, choked me but it didn’t hurt
and bury me with angel wings, keep me safe and sound
I will be embalmed and stuffed like all the dolls kept in my room
i will be embalmed and wilt like all the flowers on my dresser
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