March
9
Ewwww
I just wrote this, and I can only share this shit with the likes of you, so here goes…
Ewww!
When I die,
My atoms will come undone;
I’ll be space dust, once again.
The wind will carry me;
Scatter me everywhere;
Like dandelions in springtime.
I’ll visit worlds and alien moons;
It will be so damned poeticUntil I land on your sandwich.
Charlotte
10/13
