All that digging.

We make it all beautiful

and glittery,

lipstick on a dead corpse

because some of us

have the stirring within

our bones but some of us

refuse to answer.

Why, I sometimes think,

but I was like them once too,

a heart so grieved and chest

so heavy from all that digging

just so I could lie in my own

pile of dirt.

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