We are chuffed to post the hundred-eighty-first quote from there's a dead kid in our garden, Play, Pause, Replay by seven_hues :

"Now the mirage of golden summers is fading away—in the baby
blue of the yawning waves. You don't die, you don't die, you don't die. 
You remain laid—slit open—in the sunlight, stitched with dead rose bites."