The edge of black takes over<\/p>\n
the whole screen.<\/p>\n
Nada—zip—nada mas.<\/p>\n
The peel I leave behind is messy,<\/p>\n
for those I leave behind.<\/p>\n
Old books worn by my eager fingers:<\/p>\n
proof that I was once there.<\/p>\n
Clothes frayed at the seams:<\/p>\n
the loose threads emphasizing the lack of meaning.<\/p>\n
Some of my dead skin sitting in the dust<\/p>\n
of my worn white windowsill.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I can’t choose coffee, black<\/p>\n
or with cream and sugar.<\/p>\n
I can’t even choose coffee.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Did I want it to end?…no——-even though<\/p>\n
I was tired.\u00a0 But, I didn’t have a choice.<\/p>\n
This is just what is done, it just happens,<\/p>\n
and I don’t feel a thing.\u00a0 My feelings<\/p>\n
belong to the memories of those I left behind.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My body will be donated to the air<\/p>\n
in grey flakes and small bits<\/p>\n
of ivory bone.<\/p>\n
I’ll touch down on the emerald grass,<\/p>\n
the brown aging roots of a tree.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
That’s where my spirit will be.<\/p>\n
That’s all that is left of me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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