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dead bodies can’t talk, but I find ways to tell you that I love you anyways
May 8, 2022
if i were to drown
under the cold, residual foam of a flat soda,
i would not be alone for long.
onlookers would find my body,
(my grinning face,)
my yellow-tinted skin glowing in sugared chemicals.
i would turn my stiff head in the bottle
to look at your beautiful, antigravitational form beside me,
& my jaw would unhinge like a crocodile
& the bubbles that escape from my dead throat
would whisper
baby, this grave
that you have given us
is all i could have ever wanted.
© Anonymous
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Lea Karian is a 15 year old writer from New York. She likes art, cats, poetry, and dry humor.