Thank Me

I plucked the hairs from your skin today
those 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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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bang! You got me. Nice work.
2015-05-06



Wow!
Brilliant work:)
2015-05-04


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How intriguing, and very well written.
2015-05-04