Bury me

Bury me alive

so the dirt burns my throat

stings my eyes, and I

will fight against the weight

lift it to the sky

 

hold and strangle,

scream and cry,

makeshift dress stained black.

 

sink or fly,

hair powdered black

and white skies that scorch

these eyes.

make me an angel, stained red

or a devil lost,

that comes back to life.

 

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Also found on Dailypost prompt Bury

Ironically, I wrote this two days before the prompt- but it fit the prompt so perfectly that I decided to link this poem 🙂