I didn’t bury you in the ground when I could
Now I bury you over – and – over – again metaphorical funerals inside me.
My stone heart
a headstone
where I can visit
you in
my guilt.
I didn’t bury you in the ground when I could
Now I bury you over – and – over – again metaphorical funerals inside me.
My stone heart
a headstone
where I can visit
you in
my guilt.