some day someone will come
and they will rip apart my ribcage
claw their way through useless meat
and they will find nothing of use
no, they will find nothing of sort
because my heart would have been gone
my lungs would have been lost
inside, beneath the careful layers that the body made
to hide within—
they’d find an all encompassing void.
it’d leak out from my chest, slowly
it’d be viscous—crude oil.
they’d find nothing of my body.
they’d find nothing of the one
who tried their teeth at it.
just a hole in the earth
slowly growing deeper, slowly spreading.