I'm digging a hole through the veranda, through the pale dirt, through the ant farm, through my sternum. I will lie supine, a trough of disappointment
I was malingering. You took your gloves off, and reached inside and pulled out whatever you could. Your friends and your family, they gathered round me. Feasting upon my red-tendoned trough, I welcomed them all
And you can destroy me, but you have to know that, it's only because I asked you to. And you can have me, but if I let you, you have to know I have a suicide pill in my tooth