I lie down in cold soil
not seeking rest, only forgetting.
The earth drinks my breath
as vultures circle in slow ritual.
The dirt clings to skin like memory,
gritty with failure,
clogging the wounds I never closed.
I am becoming sediment.
Above me, wings scrape the silence,
patient scavengers without judgment.
They know I am already hollow.
They wait only for time to finish
Only gravity pulls me deeper into the rot.
The roots do not welcome me,
they twist around my limbs to hold me still.
I am a collapsed cathedral of flesh,
cracked and sunken,
forgotten before I fell
No resurrection.
No witness.
No surure.
No profit.
Only the gentle weight of being erased
Flies do not revel.
They do not sing.
They work
Each heartbeat, a betrayal.
Each morning, a wound.
I want the stillness beneath the worms,
the final, silent feast.
Let them pick my bones clean.
I am not a man.
Let the dirt keep my name
I am a stain on the mouth of the grave.
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