I was a ghost for halloween
When I first met Death.
I never hid under the sheets again.
I found you with Death’s favorite flower
And now I keep scabious petals
In the blank pages of your journal.
You never liked to draw anyways.
She wore a wedding dress to your funeral
Nobody noticed but me.
Bleach is just another stain
And stars were never alive to begin with.
It means “purity” they said
As they buckled the sleeves
And poured the pills into my mouth.
Sterile is just another way of saying
“Easy to contaminate”.
But their smiles match the walls
So who am I to argue?