candy-coated rigor mortis

Poetry

Apr 13

by Luz Aida Rodriguez

Candy-coated rigor mortis

I keep the body under my bed

Strawberry shortcake, unicorn spit

It all floats inside of my head

And may the beautiful girl

rot her eyes into something lovely

Do you see me in my own company?

For all the people

I once called my home

And all at once

Now I shine alone

But I could be so lonely with you

Silk dress, canary flower

The box of chocolates

That I eat every hour

Waiting for my time to die

BIO: Luz Aida Rodriguez is a poet from New York

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