And I quote Edgar’s raven
as he flew away
for as he sat on the cupboard as brandy bubbled,
I knew we would die today.
But first you because a vampire--
exchanging blood for a view.
Hornèd fangs peeked through your lips
and you breathed excuse after excuse through hallowed rooms.
With diamond-sharpened shears, and holding one eye
the Fates sliced our already broken thread.
Lies crumbled to ash
and burned to the sky
and what I wished we could have was dead.
The ghouls feasted on your blackened heart
and stole the wisp of soul from your eyes.
Your body was dead,
but your life was torn apart.
Ignorance is the
monster’s finest disguise.
They called your death
after they found your foot in your shoe,
and they laughed
as they lowered your Nike down.
Your body still rots in the sewers—turning into goo.
I keep on,
keep on
knowing that you may never be found.
The mortician did not sew your eyes shut.
You did that with your own thumb
and now your blind body is rotting
and stinking up the rut.
Maggots eat away
every mendacity-infected crumb.
And now you are skeleton.
You do not even have enough
blood for bruise.
The rats bubbled away
your rotting corpse
leaving nothing
but bone for the world to lose.
I do not know how to live
without your venom tipped love,
without your drunken mouthed kiss
and without the black
and boiling blood.
A eulogy?
how DARE you.
And I'm done being scared of you.
And even if your heart scurries,
you are dead:
you are a bloating carcass
inside your own head.
A tear will be shed, or maybe two
but day will go on and the sun will open the door.
When you died, the raven flew, oh, how it flew
and I quote it again, it cawed --
About the Creator
Alexa Baczak
I woke up this morning with too many thoughts, and I'm going to make it everyone's problem | alexabaczak.com | alexabaczak.substack.com/welcome
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