Poem #755 – gross

mortality throbs in my head
it’s my heart counting down to when
my body finally gives out
that’s why
that’s why I got a tattoo
that’s why I run around
trying to fit everything in
that’s why I cry so much
I’m mourning
that’s why my brain vibrates
shaking up the dirt
that’s why I kiss the dirt
once it’s loose around my grave
I get to take in a stolen breath
that’s why

I’m dead
I’m already decaying
only no one told my body
so, shhh, shut the fuck up

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