undead (poem)

My emptiness feels like rotting

The way you wouldn’t know.

The nails on my coffin are rusting

I’m afraid I’ll have to claw out soon,

But soon

Is too soon

And so damn far away.

And

I believe I have forgotten

How I trapped myself here in the first place.

K.V.

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