MUSICAL Poem: Forever Mine, by Nina Theiss

Rotting away I wait,
Glazed attempts to reap resolution.
Walk away to ensure you stay,
Abuse the allure of my elusion.

It’s not as simple as “self-sabotage.”
My affinity to total annihilation.
I’ve selected your burial plot
Without any chance of cremation.

No chance you leave this world,
Your ashes inert in an ocean.
You’ll forever be preserved,
Under six feet of devotion.

Why don’t I just take up knitting?
Weave yarn instead of dependence,
Who the hell am I kidding?
These hands have only ever woven malevolence.

I must look plenty pitiful,
Nodding at my lethality like an old friend.
They all start to say I’m fixable,
But they’ve never really seen the end.