At least I tried
I offer every morsel of myself for you to consume
And once my flesh is no longer
I give you bits of my soul on a plate for eating
I watch as you sprinkle them on your tongue for a taste, and vomit them onto the pavement
They blow away, scattered by a sickly warm breeze
And when everything that I once was, disappears into a haze of dust and fingernail clippings, picked scabs and cracked lips
At least I tried
You wonder why I am gone
A shadow of transcendence
A silhouette of what could have been
A forgotten puddle after
After a funeral rain
A lover of the moon, mourner of the stars, loather of self
And from my ashes, hatred blooms with silvery petals and wilted leaves
Beautiful and tragic
