Eyes like peaches
Swollen heavy
On the tree
My only movement
The rocking of my heartbeat
Outing me
I wanted to be still
So maybe earth
Would pass me by
She knows though
I am alive
Back in fifteen minutes
Atlas lied
I always help
But the universe
Fails to recognize
And one day
My veins
Will finally dry
No good neighbor
Will spy
My face in a ditch
For all the dirt
Caked by tears
I am myself
The ditch
I will finally rest
In death
I will bleed no more
In death
I almost pray
To God
If it is here
That we have
No afterlife