this makes no sense to me

impossible to be saved, no hands

to pull me out of the ground

I believe in heaven,

while spiders devour my warm meat

I believe in heaven. 

all sense lost 

incapable to live, or to die 

all world stopped, motionless

I am sick

sick 

journey is finished 

let me, let me sit here 

buried under your house

so I can hear the door 

open

close open

the dog 

barking barking

silent barking. 

let me fall

i am 

a yellow leaf

trees cry yellow leaves

dripping off, tree tears 

terrified of silence

my own 

silent death inside 

don’t

pick me up, quiet murderer

my body full

of fingerprints

i was

asked: pick a death 

we have a collection of deaths

deaths to choose from 

a range of prices and pains

i am

earnestly yours 

shovel an arm 

a leg

all yours

i am terrified

sick 

help 

help? 

there is

no

way out