When I die, don't use a casket
Allow me to suffocate under soil
Let me lay beneath the rotting roots
Breathing in what I spoil
When I die, don't let the sky weep
Embrace the sun and bask in its shine
Release the five souls from my garden
They were never truly mine
When I die, don't silence the birds
Dance to their song with a grin
Allow them to celebrate my passing
For they know of my sin
When I die, don't hold a funeral
For honor is not my goal
But summon every messenger of God
Have them pray upon my soul
When I die, don't shed a tear
Instead, forget my name
Remember me only as what I was
A beast only death could tame
ESTÁ A LER
Written in Red
PoesiaA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
