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Ballad of a Dying Girl [✔]

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PUBLISHED ON AMAZON KINDLE, but the first ten poems are free here! An 160-poetry collection from a terminally ill poet, about what it's like to be dying. "I desire to give up, to be withered away into dust, to be spun through the fabric of the univ...

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by byagirlnamedj_

by byagirlnamedj_

you are sweet and stupid and unassuming.

this is the role you have been assigned to play.

you are not bright, funny, or impactful,

with friends and family members clinging onto each and every word.

no one listens when you speak, even when you do.

because you are quiet like a mouse,

artless like a dandelion,

a simple weed,

and small.

small like ants being stepped on,

crushed into the pavement.

some might notice,

feel a flicker of pity,

of shame,

but then they'd keep walking.

should your body eventually give up and cave

- and you think on some nights it's tempted to -

your eulogy will be as worthless as you have been.

she was a sweet girl, you think you hear some people say.

murmurings of your loved ones dressed in black, of strangers you never really liked.

she was strange, others protest. strange and silent and unbecoming, but i'll pretend to be her friend anyway.

i'll put a flower on her casket and wish her well,

wherever she is now.

because that -

that could happen to me.

at your funeral,

you will be a reminder.

a sick fairy tale,

a cautionary tale,

and most certainly not a person.

it aches, the idea,

but it also fuels you,

the way a match would collide with a pool of gas.

you'll outlive all of these fuckers, you think ardently

(even as your body begs for it all to be over).