intertia

when down, you had better stay down to let inertia win.

with her face smothered in the gravel and guts rotting from the inside out,

please don't lift her up until she's ready.

all the barriers she built were for the first-class mold...

to give it the space it needs to flourish and decay.

anything for you, dear destruction.

leave room for sickness and give her one last kiss.

you know her last words were never going to be about this wretched moment.

it was meant for the witness and never the lover,

so stock up on her favorite flowers to mourn that stagnation.

you always lived with this ghost, and you've always grieved the chances.

let the denial keep you down, and let inertia win.