When I Die
I hope it feels like floating:
a soft light
tickling my cheek.
the last poem
written sideways
the only music,
that of the ocean.
When I Die
I hope it feels like floating:
a soft light
tickling my cheek.
the last poem
written sideways
the only music,
that of the ocean.
hey, first i thought it was a whiteout, with that picture on the front page. this poem is exactly how i want to die. to that i end i intend to get cancer and be prescribed lots of opiates. for the pain.
it’s really peaceful, this poem.