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Beauty out of Bones

Even When I Am Gone (I Will Create Beauty)
Flowers will grow upon my grave.
I can be beautiful in death, too, don’t you see?

I can make life

even if I die.

You see,

flowers will grow upon my grave;

my bones will be a trellis for daisies to

dance upon.

I will create life and beauty

even if I am gone.

And maybe more so.

So do not mourn me:

water the flowers upon my grave

and watch them grow

more than I could have dared.


I would be more beautiful as a playground

for pansies,

than as the imperfect mess that I am now,

as I breathe

and walk about

and live a life

a very fucked up life.

Who am I?

What am I?

Not something that feels worth it.

No, just let daises grow upon my grave.

By Loveless

Author of "Kanda Land", "The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters", and transcriber of "The 'Eternal I'" by Amalei Hemworth.

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