I'm remembering the good times
sweeping others under the rug.
It seems wrong to mourn in anger
to say goodbye in hate
because there will never be another chance to do it over.
Your bones now make their presence known
through the skin you've worn
so reluctantly it was painful
to watch you reject your human form.
There's no dignity to be found now
even if you wanted it
but you ask for a mirror
smile into it, meeting an old friend.
Today you were so sweet to me.
I ran and hid my knives
locked away my guns and my grudges,
even knowing they will pick the lock
and find their freedom again
just in time for your funeral
where I will wear guilt as the color black
hating myself for hating you
while you disintegrated.
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