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when i die,
wrap me in honeysuckle
and roll me in a hole.
turn up the earth
with bare hands and hoes.
dig deep.
feel the soil that sprouted me
wrap me in honeysuckle
and roll me in a hole.
turn up the earth
with bare hands and hoes.
dig deep.
feel the soil that sprouted me
underneath your fingernails.
breathe deep.
the scent of my sweet shroud
will fill the country air.
i’ll wait for you down there
beneath the dirt that birthed me,
blossoming.
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Lovely.
I love the intimacy of this piece. Thank you!
i really dig this, misty. makes me want to die. in a good way. 😉
I may have to have this read at my grave site, Misty.
i want my body to be found in a compost bin with banana peels, egg shells, and coffee grounds by a cop too disinterested to call it in and dig me out. so i just stay there. and my eventual soils are used to farm hemp. thank you!.
Yes!