this hurt in my veins
is getting heavy
but i’ll keep holding on
‘til my back is numb and sweaty
i should ask for help
but i don't really need somebody
and even if they’re there,
they believe that lie already
—
my lungs are bursting
like confetti
i can feel my bones,
they’re snapping like spaghetti
i’m more sticks than stones
as my limbs get unsteady
and when they finally give in,
i almost find it funny
—
i can hear the blood
crying underneath the ground
begging on its knees,
screaming “someone let me out”
and even though i’m
welling up with tears for the body
i can feel a smile
on my shoulders as it’s buried
Monet Daley