Last wishes, diary of a dropout

(last wishes, dairy of a dropout)
i’m broke, dirt poor, cover me in that currency—
earth—fresh truth of death: ignore the smell of
rot & creeping decay

i’m depressed, that contagious kind, don’t look
me in the eye, you’ll catch it, swirl around
my face, stare at my forehead

i’m alone, no trust left in me; strangled out of
me by a breathless kiss & mauling hands tearing
at my chrysalis skin

i’m crazy, the winged kind, pin me down on
those white canvas cushions, drug me stupid
i’ll smile for you, an innocent, dead, dove

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