The mirrored lining
of your burial box
coated with the scum
of shame
Can you smell yourself
as you lie there
thinking about me ?
Can't you RIP my darling ?
or is something gnawing
at your brain ?
Lean forward
let me weave these
dead flowers into
your hair.
Smell their fragrance ?
much like that bitch
rotting next to you .
No need to yaw back
and forth that way
you are secure
I made sure of it .
©dhyana
D