Cover me in moss and hold my heart.
If it could hold my shape while I fall apart.
Running in circles, just to be late.
exhausting myself to disassociate. 

When the flood came
it cracked open the earth, 
when I looked inside
She whispered your turn. 

Wrap me in moss, 
so I don’t decay 
because once you start looking, 
you can’t look away. 

I’m not okay but it comes and goes
time isn’t real when you’re just a ghost.
When the tears breach, let them run 
the best and worst 
have yet to come.

Compost grief before it turns to mold 
Protect the sacred you’re told to hold.
Burn away what’s false
Underneath it’s all bones.

Will we inch towards death
counting the days alone.
As the lump in our throat
turns to coal.
To protect us from suffering
more than two hands can hold.

When the ache is too dense
Toss my heart in the sea.
and cover me in moss,
so I can finally sleep.