finally heaved that corpse up and out of the bed
got sick of it hogging the fuzzy blanket
and the cool sides of all the pillows
got sick of it fucking my shit up
got sick of the goddamn smell
like somebody left their religion out
long after it soured and turned brown
got sick
and sicker
finally hacked its limbs from it
had to saw through bone and snap em off
had to break the whole thing down
into pieces that didn't look at me so crooked
pieces that sneered in a way i could laugh at
i'll say it was a holy, bloody mess
and it made me even sicker for a minute
and i had to open the forsaken windows
and strike twelve matchbooks down to nothin
had to let the neighbors see and
get a few major lungfuls of all the crap
in all that smoke
pouring out of the scene
bright by over nine-hundred candles
smudging the walls perfect again
but i didn't burn the body
i didn't want to choke or vomit
i just threw it in a couple black garbage bags
and tossed it in the dumpster
while the landlady's family gawked
their eyes welling up with stink
and forgiveness
i finally heaved that corpse up and out of the bed
feel better now
i can get some decent sleep
maybe have some lucid dreams
just gotta be careful and
not let anything else crawl under the covers
and die there.
Arts and Health Publication
11 months ago
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