I long for my own eulogy

I long for death,
to be compressed
into only the words
that matter most. I yearn

for you to take me, to melt
my essence down into graphite
on a page in scrawling, crawling
back to me. I long for death – for
my esence to be a part of what it is
that I love the most.

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3 responses to “I long for my own eulogy

  1. Truly excellent.
    Beautifully morose Slynne

  2. Emily

    also…

    i thought when i read this of my death poem, so i’m glad i could inspire you. 🙂

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