Visiting my grave.

Here, you rain on me.
I'm your living tragedy and
even though the cement spells
out every skeleton I ever shed,
I can't swallow the stones
that never marked me as
someone
significant.

The reality bites me - not bittersweet,
not candy hearts and pixie dust we snort
from pipes.

I force muscles to lift upwards;
triumphantly, I
carry dead grass between my teeth
as I let the past rot behind and before me...

You aren't dead to me;
I am dead to the me I so
desperately wish
to arise.

~

"I'm a tough girl whose soul aches" - Sia
Challenge by Yaki to write a poem based on that lyric!