rip me

im dead in a hole

what fun!

everyone better fucking run

or not because i'll just fucking lay here

they make me up for a funeral, wiping away my dead tears

i open my eyes and stare up at the man who is brushing black on my lashes

his face pales and his large frame topples to the floor, and, well, crashes

i sit up in a half worn lace gown of white and a collection of parched roses

i stand and breathe, determined not to blow this

fucking scream