Written by Tabalith
Art by Koolshooters
I gave you nineteen flowers
And ate the eighth one
So you will be forced to crawl
Down to me
You’ll fish for the flower;
I’ll have already absorbed it,
Fearing you’ll vanish
Once you find the last petals
I see my own funeral
And I am utterly bored –
No one has come to see me
My hands rest awkwardly
On my open-cut chest
Invitations sent back
Without having been read
Why should death differ in
Any way from life?
One moon has passed
Pollen crawl over my lips
The eighth flower is still
Mine and only mine
Because you didn’t come
You never counted
The flowers
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