I’m sorry for your loss.

 

you felt sorry for my loss i was dead.

 

you buried me down 6 feet

 

and planted your flowers amongst the dirt i belong with

 

roses

 

were rooted into my heart

 

though i was always a

 

marigold

 

of all people,

 

you

 

killed me

 

now i write to you

 

with the ink I bleed

 

and the thorns of roses I thought I deserved

 

please leave me be

 

in the trapped walls

 

of my own coffin

 

sincerely,

 

a letter to myself.

 

*marigold: pain and grief