Polaroid

When I’m dead,

Burn me to ashes

So I spread

In the wind

And land in the mouths

Of my enemies

Spit me out

Reborn in the soil

Even stronger

Come back and haunt you

Like a polaroid

Shake me

and I will reveal.

Even awake I dream of stupid things. Things that happen randomly. Sorrow, grief, mourning the day that is gone as I’m shuffling my feet closer to death, wanting to crawl instead.

Nobody wins at the finish line.

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