Possibilities

Someone died at my neighborhood
These days
People don’t notice
When people die
Death comes
And goes
Silently
Just those rituals
After many days
White pandals
People eating free foods

I think I have said this
I don’t want to be cremated
Bury me
When I am dead
I don’t want anyone
To burn my faces
Scatter the ashes
What’s the point?

I want a grave stone
Written nothing
Or “nothing”
Somewhere hidden
Surrounded by dandelion trees
And a six point star
Mural
Done by my best friend
Fire
Air
Earth
Water
And me
Let me have all the possibilities

These days
People don’t notice
When people die
I will rot
In my room
Alone with parasites
That will be a good death too
Free food
Just not people

I never liked people

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