i want to lie
on my garden bed of grass
let my body sink into
the cold brittle dirt
let the grass squirm into
every open pore of my skin
let my flesh run like water
away from the
rotten core of my soul and
into the soft caress
of the earth’s dusty belly
let the fairy dust acid-wash remnants
of my broken bones be the only memento
this world gets to keep of me
softly shining under the dark of night
scattered like dew drops
clinging
to the surface
of a venus
fly trap.
