Dump my decrepit body, or something else entirely
flat palm on my lower back, rolled onto my belly we've got a baboon in our midst
sometimes I think about submissiveness but that's not me
I'm in control here and I will be dumped into a flaming sparkling vibrant pile of coral porous that will scratch and sting salty seeping into what's left of my sweat and blood
lungs spluttering eyes lucid burning dreaming about, not much really
because it's over now and on my flesh—sappy weeping soft filled wounds are opening
tell me, will I see you again?