I'M Pulling The String But Everyone Has Left The Grave-Site Poem by Shelby Barker

I’m pulling the string but everyone has left the grave-site.
I’m a bleeding vegetable,
overgrown in the crate of a ground
stuck with splinters in a shallow, ringing hole
You sealed me with a broken shovel
and I heard you swearing
about getting f-ked stuck with splinters
Queen Anne was my witness but she said nothing
because we know you’d hear me no
better than before
Abject I wish I
were a termite,
the solution to rust because I’m pulling the string

I’m trapped and I was vulnerable
We were the death of me, feign and be happy
you told me
but now I’m
losing
air…