Bury me
In crystals
Soil my bones
With lavender seeds
And red rose trees
And when my brain
Turns black
And black
Is all I can see
And I can no longer
Remember who I am
Who you are
Or all we were meant
To be
Leave a light on
And I will find you
In the depths
Of your shadows
Where the Sun
Meets the sea
I will swim
Into your Moonlight
And the Valkyries
Will take us home
And we
Will feast on tumors
And when you dream
You’ll dream of me
And I will find you
In the after
And we will fight
In the Great Hall
But no cancer
Will await us
For we have finally
Fought it all
About the Creator
River Gilliam
My dad always said he knew I was going to be a poet because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. It’s always been my dream to get published someday.
She/her. Cosmetologist. Writer. Vegan. Dog mom.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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