The Wallflower

What does the world look like

6 feet under?

Mud falling like tears on our thin faces,

the sky is an earthquake –

the stomp of the sun people will not let us sleep.

The walls here are made of sticky memories,

better forgotten with their smell of sin.

Don’t lean too hard on their surface

lest you’d like to become a part of the décor.

A pretty wallflower,

perhaps,

a frozen conversation piece

to serve as a warning,

to all the kids that dream of being dead.