posted on Apr, 12 2024 @ 12:59 PM
Time has come today
my life is a poem
death will write the
final verse.
Soon to be an urn
of ash, hidden
in the cupboard
of forgotten memories.
My mouthful of cookies,
I have forgotten about
you....
The prayerful maiden,
deep tanned butterfly,
crippling storm spirals
on clock face...nowhere
up, then down, then out.
Sticking up the posters
of sunflowers with a
hot glue gun.
Killing time...