A Valid Exit Published at Impspired Literary Magazine poetry I won’t be dressed in wood or satin stored in an absurd container with a lid and then pumped full of toxic nonsense my face painted with false hopes my body laced with pretty little romantic lies.
Reduce me to ashes bury me in the sky east of the sun west of the moon where there are no days just untraceable time and unpronounceable loss.
I’ll be all of the colors and nothing at all. Everyone is so certain they’ve found a valid exit.
