mortu(airyness)

before the body was even cold
the soul stole out
(or so I was told)
and it’s a damn good thing
it got itself gone
so it couldn’t see you moving on
the metal steel of mortal sheets
the kicked back refrigerated wheels
channels, narrow, drain the blood
the dripdown, drag-out, frailest bud
slide me a drink along the bar
allow my mind to run so far
from corporeal, mortal fears
(that i might die and leave me here)
god, it sure has been a year
or two
or three
or none.

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