honey & lime

one last drink before i go

where my body ought to be,
there is only dirt. the bruise of my heart
ripening like a plum. dark as tar.

I made a home at the end
of my rope. I wanted a happy ending,
wanted your hand to be soft.

God’s bastard child.
I try to tell him to turn on the lights,
but the words come out all wrong.

I will be beautiful for you
one final time. A sleeping skeleton doll.
Goodbye, my darling,

I’ll see you in Heaven.