This coffin is layered in gold...just like the others

My friendship bracelets rattle down my arm

My messages are nothing but memorial services

And I weep

Terribly

I weep

For I am nothing but a faint memory

A simple once upon a time

It's a Tuesday morning

The sky is blue

The birds giddy

Yet here I stand

Dirty and sweaty

Shovelling away past green grass

Burying another friendship

Maybe I should jump in

Bury myself alive

Maybe then my heart would stop bleeding

And my mind stop racing

But I'm not strong enough

So I keep digging

Hoping they would someday rise from the dead

Photo by: Jessica Riegellot