sweet lullaby

every time I feel weak

I shed back the layer of dirt

that covers your grave

I dig my fingernails

into your coffin

until I'm bleeding from splinters

and when my hands

are too numb to use

throbbing from

an indescribable ache

I bite down on the wood

swallowing up

all of the pride that I've stolen

as wood chips coat

my tongue

until I see your skeleton

from there

I'll curl into the space

between your eyelids

and fall asleep to the sound

of the wind's lullaby

humming through your bones