Kayla Trusick

Sep 9

Poem: A Shovel. The Corpse of Who I Once Was. Laying Her To Rest. Sleep Tight.

Photo by Mr Xerty on Unsplash

Plunged into the wet Earth,
Underneath where my corpse laid,

For years,
The maggots worn out,
Nothing left but decay,

Shut in,
The wood planks distraught,
For the years underneath, I fought

Mind emptied,
By the dark delusion,
Of tempting thought,

Suffocated struggling to breathe,
I plead,
Just shut the box…

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Kayla Trusick

Kayla Trusick

Artist of Words | Mindfulness & Self Improvement✨