Tommy just wants rest, even if it means dying again
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One of my poems part of the dsmp poetry zine
This is part of the dsmp poetry zine. Here’s the link to the full zine for anyone curious. A lot of people worked hard on it, so it’d be really appreciated it if you guys checked it out (it’s free too :D)
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my body a grave
My body is not here
It lays undisturbed
covered by the land
we call our home
There is dirt in my lungs
with roots digging in my heart
as the worms play
between my ribs
There’s an unknown peace
that death brings
The solace of futile living
cut tenderly short
I close my endlessly
weary eyes
as daisies sprout
from my body a grave
Fun fact the main inspiration for this poem was the mental image of daisies sprouting through the eyes of a dead ctommy
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