Self-Portrait Of A Buried Woman

Photo by Tayla Walsh

They enshroud me in glimmer of lustful compliments,

Then bury me for leaning on my undeserved confidence.

I know they seek closure for the damage they caused,

But I am frozen in time, and my head is wrapped in gauze.

They seek friendships in graveyards, hoping I will awake.

The savior complex in their bones requests a second take.

I was not a spotless ruby, but this ending was too cruel.

My rotten flesh feeds on their tears like it is fuel.

Some say that is possible to forgive the worst betrayals.

Yet, I was the villainess in their tales and portrayals.

Let my body be consumed by the earth that once fed you,

And when the devil grins, please tell her I sent you.

-Jackie