Rest In Pieces - Poem by Morney Wilson
Flash me back, flash me back.
It takes one touch to
throw me there - to drag me here.
You may be dead, or so I’ve heard.
Did you leave a will?
Did you think of me?
It’s not important,
I don’t care for money.
You left me this…and that and that.
I stick a price-tag on each one.
One stick for every lick, another for every prick
of your poisoned needle.
I was your special girl.
A pretty doll kept in a box
brought out to have some fun.
A doll among a hundred dolls -
you pick and choose:
which one today?
You left me more than
anyone will ever leave to me.
I touch, I smell, I taste, I hear,
I see, I dream, I feel,
you and you and you again.
I gave it all - you took it and smiled.
I watched you steal me, piece by piece.
(Could I be whole again?)
Did you lie when you told
me I would die if I confessed?
I had thought that you were god.
The truth brought death – but who was it for?
Not me, not me, not me after all.
You crumbled to dirt then didn’t you?
I take it all back now.
You can’t stop me.
I will walk over you, run over you,
dance on your grave.
I have no need for your bequest.
I return it, crumpled and torn.
What you stole I reclaim.
It’s dirty, it’s stained, but I scrub it clean.
I laughed when I heard you were dead.
© Morney Wilson
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