surrendering to the morning haze
one step closer to the grave
already done, nothing to say
there’s nothing left for you to save
the world awaits the taste of flesh
presumably what tastes the best
this tender heart inside my chest
the scavengers will have the rest
down to the bone they will devour
as I move toward my final hour
willingly surrender my power
to feed the beasts and tend the flowers
a tender reed across the path
a gentle breeze when looking back
a wild weed and sidewalk crack
just think of me in terms like that
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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