A strange and unusual friend
A place to bury my ex-husband
Respite for my deepest sins and playful banter
You asked for inspiration
Well, this is my answer
The dark woes of a self-inflicted
Broken heart
Must be released
Before they turn to cancer
The red rubies I clutch
Between my thighs
Remind me every day
Of your dark-circled eyes
I’ll bury you here, my love
In this heap of rotting words
So that one day
Maybe
A flower may emerge
Art by Kėkė 