Poulter-I

My brains spill out on the canvas

My organs, brush so gently

Gush in medley

Against the mixing of our colors

Is this a reminder?

I laid it all out

For a papercut worth of flesh

Now we’re saying grace over my heart

Breaking the bread

Slicing my veins

I am the sacrifice

The surprised martyr

But I’m just a reminder

Say your peace

While I lay in pieces

Yeah, let’s lose our head

It’ll be a reminder

The script on the headstone

The body in the casket

The ashes spread across my requested

The dead still trying to find her

The cold in the room

The manipulation of the door

The cold breath on your neck

It’s just a reminder

 

 

 

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