Thank Me
I plucked the hairs from your skin todaythose pesky ones you always hated
I put you in the button down you liked
the one that came with all of those pins to keep it neat
I ironed it, pressed out all the wrinkles
I didn't even burn myself this time
I even shined your shoes
with that polish that makes the whole house smell.
It wasn't until I arranged your bones
in your favorite chair in the living room
that I realized you wouldn't
be waking up to thank me.
Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-05-04 at 04:14
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