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?