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Donor
When I die
Donate my body to poetry
My bone as pen
My blood as ink
My skin as sheet
My organs as inspiration
Write of my smoked stained lungs
And the cirrhosis in my liver
Imagine why I left them in this state
Look closely at my cold, unmoving heart
And conceptualise what caused it to break
Fabricate how my twisted brain sprouted
Psilocybin in it’s decay
And what beautiful thoughts
Were not quenched in it’s lifetime
For them to now blossom within the grave
Donate my body to poetry
My bone as pen
My blood as ink
My skin as sheet
My organs as inspiration
Write of my smoked stained lungs
And the cirrhosis in my liver
Imagine why I left them in this state
Look closely at my cold, unmoving heart
And conceptualise what caused it to break
Fabricate how my twisted brain sprouted
Psilocybin in it’s decay
And what beautiful thoughts
Were not quenched in it’s lifetime
For them to now blossom within the grave
Published 3rd Apr 2024
Author's Note
NaPo entry #3
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3rd Apr 2024 5:03pm
I like how you’ve used different parts of the body to capture poetry itself.
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6th May 2024 1:25am
Strong and wonderful. May your words carry on forever after our time here on earth is done.
6th May 2024 2:40pm
