Grand Finale

when the end comes

take my name out

of your mouth

don’t hold my memory fondly

but scrub it from your brain

and your sheets

don’t let my scent

linger on your pillow

I will not be put up on a shelf

to be brought down

and tenderly observed

from time

to time

pull me down

and smash me to bits

hate me

wound me

dispose of me

forget me

 

 

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