Hang me on a tree,
dangle away my life
and watch as my very self
leaves my body, giving you
an empty vessel you
can pretend to mourn.
Build a grave for what remains
and waste time visiting,
wishing, dreaming
things had been different.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Hang me on a tree,
dangle away my life
and watch as my very self
leaves my body, giving you
an empty vessel you
can pretend to mourn.
Build a grave for what remains
and waste time visiting,
wishing, dreaming
things had been different.