Sunshine on my Grave

the clock ticks are pulsing in my head

ringing in my ears

 

my fingers are a knot

the tears are unannounced

my heart took flight into my throat

 

my skin, now aluminum

these organs in my feet

i am choking on what keeps me

alive

 

oxygen is not enough

you are not enough

i am not enough

my apology will not be enough

 

i say it anyways

 

i’m sorry

 

this is it.

my very making

my fabrications

unravel

blood dry

bones dust

it’s then when i feel it

i feel the sunshine on my grave;

 

the world stops spinning

 

 

just in time.