art: caitlin peck
When I die, don't invite anyone to the funeral.
I played with matches in the house.
I stole the money from the safe.
I forgot about you.
I dove into the dangerous gutter,
And then you flew away.
Gone, gone, gone.
And I swam in the water, floating with the sewage.
And I cried in drying lakes,
Wearing band-aids covering my infected thoughts.
Why did the hours fly so swiftly?
Why did I do everything I shouldn't have done?
Here I am, walking on your favourite bridge.