Most Likely to See the Light
I thought about death so much as a funeral director's daughter.
It was under me the entire time, so I looked up.
Lover of murder podcasts and Jesus.
Surround myself in something dark enough that I can still see the light.
Bury me in a crewneck sweater.
Something safe, something sound.
Rest in peace.
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