Someone please remember to dust me; 

October 2025 (♎︎︎)

ppl can live without me so well

i start to feel like the amputated limb

but im not rotted or decaying in some trash bin

no,

some person put me in a jar of juice

and idk

i’m on some shelf tucked against some books and maybe theres some LED lights strung up so i can glow

i don’t glow on my own

if i did i would’ve stayed put with belonging or had more company

i wonder how long i’ll be up here

if i’ll make it to a museum one day

why do i crave a strangers attention?

i don’t even know if they even brush their teeth or wipe their ass

i’m so embarrassed i’ll be forever floating in a drown

craving a gaze in a forever exhibition of an almost

here lies stubborn detachment, the limb that still feels itself

i’m full and bloated with anticipation for my debut

i’ve learned to accept my yearning of a performance to be gazed at

like the sunrise let me glow all over you

i’ll harmonize with the morning birds but only if they won’t peck at me

when did birds become so carnivorous?

i guess we all have to adapt to hunger and thirst and choking on dust

maybe the wings of the birds can dust me and as a thanks all i am and all that’s home can mend their hunger and thirst

i open my lid to it

i want to make out with symbiosis and have it be my end

a romeo and juliet finale

i want to be a step to heaven someday.

oh! please tell me they dust the steps in heaven!