Secret Ingredients
Funeral
under a shade elm
I leave a small stone marking
the site of my grave
–
cut white lilies-
so casually
discarded
Interruption
warm sands and tropi-
the cat yowls and paws my face
demanding breakfast
–
morning zoom call-
for the love of god
mute your mic
Vampire
a cold night’s work done-
the creeping light of daybreak
seeps into my tomb
–
guttering torchlight-
weary of the death
that slakes my thirst
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